time it made a move toward them, Rick and Natalie moved her car out of the way.
“We’re going into the emergency lane,” Rick explained just seconds before he steered the vehicle in that direction. “Hit the brakes now.”
She did, and instantly there was the sound of tires screeching on the hot asphalt. The SUV apparently hadn’t expected them to do that because it sped on ahead.
Rick saw the other vehicle’s brake lights, but it was too late to try to cut into the emergency lane and back up. There were cars coming directly behind them. The SUV had to speed up to keep from being hit.
Rick held his breath until the other vehicle was out of sight. “Are you okay?” he asked Natalie.
“No. I’m not.” She groaned, and Rick pried her hands off the steering wheel so that she wouldn’t have bruises. “What is going on?”
“I don’t know.”
She smacked her hand on the steering wheel. “Do you think this is all connected to the pregnancy?”
“No,” he answered.
And he hoped that was true.
But Rick had a nasty feeling in the pit of his stomach that the driver of that SUV had wanted to harm them.
“I fired a mechanic about two weeks ago,” Rick said. He kept a close watch on the cars speeding past them. He wanted to make sure that SUV didn’t do a turnaround and come right back at them. “Maybe the guy was more riled than I thought he was.”
Natalie nodded and she seemed to calm a little. “I had to let someone go, too. A housekeeper. About a month ago. Because she was stealing things.” She paused. “That might explain who was in that SUV, but even a pair of disgruntled former employees probably wouldn’t have come up with a plan to punish us with drugs and a pregnancy. It’d be easier just to hurt us. Or kill us.”
Rick was on the same page with her. But that didn’t mean there weren’t answers out there.
“Macy,” he mumbled.
Natalie repeated her mother’s name under her breath. “Give me a few minutes to compose myself, and then let’s have that chat with her.”
Definitely.
And he prayed that Macy would have answers.
“YOU WON’T be able to see your mother this evening. She’s had a difficult day, and I don’t want her disturbed.”
Natalie stared at her mother’s personal assistant, Troy Jackson, as he delivered his message. Troy, the blond, blue-eyed, beefcake pretty boy, was doing his best to block the front door so that Natalie and Rick couldn’t enter.
No amount of blocking would work this evening. Rick rolled his eyes and just muscled Troy aside.
Troy might have a weightlifter’s body, but Natalie figured he was essentially a wimp and wouldn’t attempt to take on Rick. She didn’t blame Troy. With Rick’s fierce expression and don’t-mess-with-me demeanor, it was clear he meant business.
So did she.
Natalie was tired of having lost control over her life. She was tired of having things happen that didn’t make sense. She was especially tired of not having a logical explanation for what had happened. Only after Rick and she got that explanation would they be able to figure out what their course of action might be.
“You tell Macy that we have to speak to her,” Rick called out as Troy barreled up the stairs—probably to tattle to Macy that they’d barged their way in. “If she’s too tired or upset to come down, we’re coming up. Because one way or another, we’re talking to her tonight.”
Rick was obviously so furious that Natalie considered trying to calm him down. But she wasn’t in a calming-down sort of mood herself. She was pregnant, and someone either wanted to scare her, torment her or kill her. And it was entirely possible her mother could give them some clues as to why this was happening.
Nope.
There’d be no calming down, and this conversation was going to take place.
“Are you sure you’re up to this?” Rick asked.
She glanced at him and saw that he was watching her. Studying her, really. Probably because she didn’t look too steady. “Trust me, I’m up to it.”
“Because if you’re not, I can do this alone.” His attention drifted down to her stomach.
Oh.
She understood then.
Rick was questioning her delicate condition. Not a bad term for it, either. She did feel delicate. Fragile. Dazed. And confused. But fortunately, the need for answers outweighed the early symptoms of pregnancy and the adrenaline fatigue caused by the incident with the SUV.
“I could do this alone as well,” she countered.
But the sudden steel in Rick’s jaw let her know that he was staying put.
That didn’t surprise her. Rick was the sort of take-charge man who was rock-solid in a crisis. He would indeed stay put and stand by her.
For how long though?
That was a sobering question. Natalie would have preferred someone else’s help—anyone else’s—but she had to admit that Rick had a vested interest in this.
He was the baby’s father.
Just thinking about that little fact caused Natalie’s stomach to sink. Fate certainly had a strange sense of humor.
“You need to sit down,” she heard Rick insist. But he didn’t just insist, he caught onto her arm and led her into the adjacent living room.
Natalie nearly protested the kid-glove treatment, but she quickly realized it was necessary. She was indeed dizzy, and Rick had no doubt noticed that she wasn’t too steady on her feet. He plopped her down on the sofa and went to the bar to pour her a glass of water.
She took the water from him, meeting his gaze over the top of the cut-crystal glass. “Thank you.”
Before Natalie said that last part, he’d looked ready for battle, but the steel in his jaw softened a bit, and after a heavy sigh, he eased down on the granite coffee table across from her. “I don’t want you to worry,” he said. “I’ll get to the bottom of this.”
She believed him. However, Natalie believed in her abilities as well. They would get to the bottom of it. But that wouldn’t change one vital point.
“No matter who’s responsible, I’m still four weeks pregnant.”
“I know.” He groaned and scrubbed his hand over his face. “I can’t go back and change that. Sorry.”
He was sincere. Natalie didn’t doubt that. She also didn’t doubt that this was as much of a life-changing experience for him as it was for her. Which led her to the next question.
What
