moral support and found the older woman staring out the window at the parking lot below. Nobody could blame her for turning away. She’d been sucked into this mess by being a Good Samaritan and probably feared and hated Peter VanHoven almost as much as Angela had.
“Ai-yi-yi.” Hands clamped over her mouth, Maria whirled.
Rachel tensed. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“It’s him! Look. He’s coming!”
“Who? Peter? Where?” Rachel asked, joining her. “Angie said he was in jail. Are you sure?”
Kyle crowded closer, too. “Which one is he?”
Maria pointed. “There. Getting out of the old red truck. See?”
“Maybe he’s out on bail. If he’s the guy I think you mean, he’s good and mad. Look at his body language.”
“Yeah.” Putting Natalie down, Rachel began to gather up the few personal items Maria had brought for the child.
Kyle frowned. “What are you doing?”
She paused only long enough to glance his way and say, “Running. Far and fast.”
“That’s wrong.” Arms folded across his broad chest, Kyle stood like a sentinel, apparently ready to enforce his opinion.
“I don’t care if you go with us or not. Natalie and I are leaving.”
“Get a grip and think,” Kyle urged. “Where will you go?”
“Back to the base if we’re welcome to ride with you,” Rachel shot back. “Out the door and into hiding if you don’t help us. I’m not staying here where VanHoven can get his filthy hands on me or anybody else.” She glanced at the still figure on the bed. “He’s done enough damage for a lifetime.”
Rachel was ready to abandon Kyle and carry out her threat, and she would have, if Natalie had not grabbed a bedraggled baby doll in one hand and Kyle’s index finger in the other. The man’s expression froze for an instant, then melted in a way Rachel had not seen in the two years she’d worked for him.
He was going to help them escape. She could tell that as surely as if he had spoken.
One final peek out the window was all she allowed herself. No sign of Peter! He must already be passing beneath the entrance canopy, on his way to berate Angie for his arrest when she was the true victim. Rachel had seen it before, plenty of times. It was his excuse for normal.
And since Angie was not going to be available to listen to his tirade, he was sure to turn his wrath on whoever happened to be close by, such as his daughter. Or Rachel. As much as she would like to see someone give him a taste of his own medicine, she knew better than to place Kyle in such a tenuous situation when a confrontation could be avoided.
What she must do is grab her niece and run. Now.
Rachel sidled through the door from the ICU into the hallway. She had shouldered Natalie’s small bag along with her own purse and was towing the child by the hand. Kyle brought up the rear.
Suddenly, Natalie was pulled away. Rachel whirled, ready to do battle, when she realized that her companion had picked up the little girl and was headed in a different direction. For a few seconds she wondered if his plan was to return the child to her father. Then, he allayed her fears.
“Not the elevator, Rachel. He’ll probably come up that way. We’ll take the stairs. Follow me.”
That logic was unquestionable. She fell in behind him. He shouldered through the stairway exit door and cradled Natalie while he waited for Rachel to pass. Her body was trembling, her legs unsteady. Each downward step brought her closer to escape, closer to the parked SUV that would carry them all away before it was too late.
Would they make it? They had to, for Natalie’s sake if for no other reason. Rachel had vowed to protect her niece, and that was exactly what she intended to do. Peter was never going to get his hands on her as long as one Fielding sister was left.
She heard the measured thuds of Kyle’s boots on the stairs behind her. He was sticking close. Praise the Lord she hadn’t made this trip to see Angela alone! A sense of divine presence and peace flooded through her. The fear she had defined as a personal weakness her heavenly Father had used for her good. If her pride hadn’t gotten in the way, she might have recognized the hidden blessing sooner.
Their path took them to a side door. Rachel glanced over her shoulder to ask, “Now what?”
“We can circle around or I can bring the truck to you, depending on whether or not this Peter guy spots you. If he came inside the way I suspect, we can make a run for it together.”
“Okay.”
She started to lean on the push bar to the exterior door as she heard Kyle shout, “No!”
It was too late. A claxon horn was blasting and warning bells sounded. Rachel immediately realized her error. That door was supposed to stay closed and she’d triggered an alarm.
Frustrated, fearful and more angry with herself than anyone else, Rachel faced him with a grimace. “You said we were going to circle around so I thought...”
“Inside, not out there,” he shot back. “Come on. Follow me before the guards catch us.”
Rachel didn’t argue. They turned back into the hallway. Curious employees and patients glanced at them in passing, but nobody approached with questions.
“Walk calmly and slowly,” Kyle ordered. “Don’t hurry and don’t look back. Pretend you think that noise is a nuisance the way everybody else does.”
“Okay.”
“And stay close. We want to look like a normal family.”
Rachel could see wisdom in his suggestion even if heeding it did place her in an awkward position. Putting aside her personal misgivings, she moved to Kyle’s side and slipped her hand through the crook of his bent elbow.
That touch was a mistake. His arm was muscular beneath his sleeve, his countenance commanding and sturdy as well as comforting. She knew his hands were especially skillful because she’d watched him do delicate surgeries, but nothing had prepared her for this potent an assault on her senses.
Distracted by the masculine presence beside her, she almost missed spotting a familiar figure fidgeting in front of a bank of elevators.
“Stop,” she hissed, giving his arm a tug.
Kyle halted. “What is it?”
“There. Up ahead. See the scruffy man with a ponytail, cutoffs, bomber jacket and flip-flops by the elevators? That’s him. We got here too soon.”
“It’s still better than coming face-to-face when those doors open upstairs.”
“Right.”
