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  “Well, there was that carton of Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey and now it’s gone. But otherwise, I had breakfast, lunch and dinner, and all three were comprised of heart-healthy, fiber-rich, nutritious ingredients. And you’re kind of like an old mother hen, you know that?” There was a choked sort of sound from his end. “Seth Yancy, did you just almost laugh?”

  “Me? Not a chance. Do you need anything?”

  “Such as...?”

  “Food. Supplies. Bottled water?”

  “Are we preparing for the zombie apocalypse?”

  “Just answer the question.”

  “No, Seth. As I keep telling you, I have everything I need, and if there’s something I’ve forgotten, well, they have supermarkets now where I can pick up whatever I’ve run out of.”

  “You’re being sarcastic.”

  “You noticed.”

  “And that reminds me. Should you even be driving?”

  “Yes. I definitely should. And I do. Anything else?”

  “Look. I’m trying really hard not to annoy you.”

  “I know that. And I thank you for it.”

  “I just want to—”

  “—help. I know. And I appreciate it, Seth. But I’ve run out of ways to tell you that I am taking care of myself and there’s nothing, really, to help me with.”

  He was so quiet she thought he’d hung up.

  “Seth?”

  “Right here. Okay, then. I’ll check in tomorrow.”

  “Did I mention that the baby isn’t due for weeks yet?”

  “Yeah. Got that.”

  “So...are you planning to call every day?”

  More silence. Finally, he asked, “Are you telling me not to?”

  Yes! But somehow, she couldn’t say that. Because it was so painfully obvious that he cared about his brother’s unborn baby and he really did want to help. “No. It’s okay.” It came out sulky and grudging. “Let me try that again. I mean, thank you for, you know, being here. And I’ll talk to you tomorrow, then.”

  “All right.” Was that gravel-and-granite voice of his marginally softer? She couldn’t be sure. “Sleep well, Jody.”

  She felt another smile curve her lips. “Good night, Seth.”

  * * *

  Monday, he showed up at Bloom again just before closing time.

  Jody was only too happy to introduce him to Marlie Grant, her second clerk and floral designer. Marlie, like Lois, had a talent with flowers and could be trusted not only to handle design and selling, but also to purchase stock from the wholesalers and flower farms nearby. Marlie took the last customer of the day, leaving Jody at the design station with Seth.

  “I told you I had help,” she said smugly as soon as Marlie was busy with old Mr. Watsgraff, who came in every Monday to buy a dozen white roses for his wife of forty-nine years.

  “I’m staying to carry in the flowers.” He made it sound like a threat.

  “Fine. Help out. Be that way.”

  “You look tired.”

  She leaned toward him across the counter—as much as her giant stomach would allow, anyway. “Don’t start in. Please.”

  Was that the beginnings of a grin tipping the corners of his bleak slash of a mouth? “Or you’ll what?”

  “I have an in with the sheriff’s office is all I’m saying, so you’d better watch your step.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” He said it quietly, and the sound sent a little shiver running down the backs of her knees.

  She’d heard he had several feminine admirers in town, nice single women who often showed up at the justice center bringing cookies and wearing bright, hopeful smiles.

  Until that moment, she’d never understood what they saw in him. Yeah, he was young to be sheriff. And hot and muscled up and manly and all that. But up till the last couple of check-in calls, she’d also found him overbearing and judgmental, which had pretty much made her immune to his fabled hotness.

  But right now, when he almost smiled at her and then said Yes, ma’am, all teasing and low, well, she could see the appeal. A little bit. Maybe.

  As soon as old Mr. Watsgraff went out the door with his cone of roses, Jody turned off the Open sign, and Marlie and Seth brought in the stock from outside.

  He hung around until after Marlie left and then walked Jody out to her Tahoe in back.

  “How about some dinner?” he asked, still holding the door open after helping her up behind the wheel.

  She was actually tempted. But she was also uncomfortable with the idea. Would he ask her about Nick, want more details of their supposed romance, which had actually not been a romance at all? She wasn’t ready to get into that with him and probably never would be.

  “Thanks, Seth. But I just want to go home and put my feet up.”

  He gave a slight nod. “Well, that’s understandable. I’ll follow you, see that you get home safe.”

  “Seth.” She looked at him steadily and then shook her head.

  He gave it up. “Talk to you tomorrow.”

  “Good night.”

  He swung the door shut at last.

  At home, she cooked a nice dinner of chicken breasts, steamed broccoli and rice, but when she sat down to eat, she just wasn’t hungry. She felt at loose ends, somehow. Edgy, full of energy.

  A little bit nervous.

  She wandered aimlessly through her house, which she loved, a cozy traditional one-story, with a modern kitchen, a sunny great room and three bedrooms. Her father had made sure that each of his nine children were well provided for. Jody’s trust fund had matured when she was twenty-one, and a year later, during the housing bust, she’d gotten an amazing deal on her place in a short sale. It was more house than she’d needed at the time, but she’d bought it anyway. Now it was worth three times what she’d paid for it, and with the baby coming, she was glad for the extra space.

  In the baby’s room, she lingered. She spent a half an hour admiring everything, touching the tiny onesies and the stacks of cotton blankets, hardly daring to believe that in a month, she would hold her baby in her arms. It was adorable, that room, if she did say so herself, with teal blue walls and bedding in coral and teal, cream and mint green. It had a mural of bright flowers and butterflies on one wall, and the whole effect was so pretty and inviting, all ready for Marybeth, even though she wouldn’t be using it for a while. At first, she’d have a bassinet in Jody’s room.

  Eventually, she wandered out to the great room and tried to watch TV, but she couldn’t concentrate.

  She called Clara, who was down with the flu, of all things. Her husband, Dalton, had it, too, and so did their two-year-old, Kiera. Jody ordered her to get well, and Clara answered wryly that she was working on it.

  After hanging up with Clara, she had the ridiculous desire to call Seth. But that would only encourage him, and that didn’t seem right.

  She went to bed at nine thirty and couldn’t get comfortable, even with her body pillow to help support her belly and another pillow at her back. She was just sure she would never get to sleep.

  But then the next thing she knew, she looked over at the bedside clock, and it was after two in the morning.

  And something was...

  She put her hands on her belly, felt the powerful, involuntary tightening, as though her body had a mind of its own.

  “Dear, sweet God...”

  With an animal growl, she threw back the covers and slithered to the floor, where she crouched like a crab on the bedside rug, groaning and huffing, fingers splayed over her rippling stomach as a second-stage contraction bore down like an extra pair of giant, cruel hands, pushing so hard she would have buckled under the pressure if she wasn’t already on her knees.

  She panted her way through it, and when it was over, she realized there was liqu
id dripping down her inner thighs. Her water had broken.

  Her water had broken.

  And Clara had the flu, Elise was in New York, and Nellie had gone to Phoenix.

  But not to panic. Uh-uh. She’d done this before and she could do it again.

  One hand still on her belly, she reached up and grabbed her phone off the nightstand. And then she just sat there, half expecting to wake up in her bed and discover that she really wasn’t in active labor, after all; it was only a dream.

  But then another one started.

  Okay. No dream.

  She used her phone to time that one as she squatted on the floor, moaning and grunting, the pain rising to a peak at thirty-two seconds, after which it faded back down. Once it was over, she estimated she had three to five minutes until the next one hit.

  Time to find a ride to the hospital and then get in touch with her doctor—well, past time for both, actually.

  But she refused to freak. Because there was nothing to be alarmed about. She was in labor, yes, but she had it under control. Her birth coaches might be unavailable, but at least there were plenty of people she could call. Even in the middle of the night, someone ought to be able to come pick her up and take her to Justice Creek General.

  And if they weren’t, well, there was always Uber. Or 911.

  She brought up her cousin Rory’s number and almost hit Call.

  But then, for no comprehensible reason except that he kept insisting he really wanted to help, she scrolled down to Seth’s cell number and called him instead.

  Chapter Three

  He answered on the first ring, sounding wide-awake—as though he’d been sitting up with his phone in his hand in the middle of the night, waiting for her to call. “Jody. What can I do?”

  Her mind chose that moment to go blank. “I...need...”

  “Anything. Yes.” His voice was so calm, so even and strong. She felt she could reach right through the phone and grab on to him to steady herself. “What do you need?”

  It was a simple question, and she had the answer ready. Except when she opened her mouth it was like pulling wide the floodgates on a full dam. “Elise and Nellie are out of town, and Clara’s got the flu. I was going to call Rory, but then I thought of you and I...” He started to say something. But she didn’t let him. She babbled right over him. “They all think it’s my first and the first one always comes late, and I never corrected them, never told them. Because that’s kind of how I am, you know? I keep too much to myself, I want to have it together and take care of business, and I end up pushing people away because I’m so self-sufficient. And now here I am on the bedroom floor, dripping all over the rug, without my birth coaches in the middle of the night. It’s like I’m being punished by fate for lying to everyone about the first one, you know?”

  “Jody.”

  “Um?”

  “What do you mean, dripping?”

  The note of alarm in his voice had her rushing to reassure him. “It’s not that much. I exaggerated.”

  “You’re not making sense.”

  “You’re probably right.”

  “And, Jody, you said ‘the first one.’ The first what?”

  “Baby,” she blurted out and then slapped her hand over her big, fat mouth. Oh, God. She hadn’t even told her sisters, and here she was, blathering it all out to Seth, who might want to help and all but still remained essentially a stranger to her.

  “So,” he tried again, clueless but still determined to stick with her and give her whatever she’d called him in the middle of the night to get. “Are you saying you feel guilty because—”

  “Never mind. Doesn’t matter. It’s not why I called.”

  Dead silence. Then, “Okay. Let’s go with that. Why did you call?”

  Seriously? He really didn’t know? “Seth, take a wild guess.”

  “I...” He was totally at a loss.

  She was messing with him, and she really needed to stop. “I’m in labor. I’m having my baby, like right now, tonight, and I wonder if—”

  “Wait. What? Are you all right?” Now he really was freaked. “Is there bleeding? Do you need an ambulance?”

  “No. Yes! I mean, I’m fine. There’s no blood.”

  “But you mentioned dripping...”

  “It’s not blood—it’s amniotic fluid. My water broke. It happens. You said you wanted to help, and I need someone to give me a ride to the hospital, and I thought—”

  “Wait. You’re not due for a month, you said.”

  “I’m at thirty-six weeks and going into labor now is perfectly normal.”

  “It is?”

  “Believe me, if it wasn’t, I’d have already called 911.”

  Another deep silence. And finally, “All right, then.” His voice was dead calm again. Like he’d flipped a switch from frantic future step-uncle back to law-enforcement professional, a man with a job to do and no time to waste on the vagaries of human emotion. “Are you at home?”

  “Yes.”

  “You didn’t give me your address.” She rattled it off. “Okay, then. Fifteen minutes, I’ll be there. Did you call your doctor?”

  “I will. As soon as I hang up and get through this next contrac—” A ragged yelp escaped her.

  “Jody. Are you still with me?”

  “Right here,” she grunted.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Fine—except for, you know, having a baby.”

  “Tell me honestly. Do you need an ambulance?”

  Given the pressure bearing down on her uterus, she longed to scream, Yes! But she’d done this before. It felt normal, if having a baby could ever be called such a thing. “I just need a ride, okay? And I need a ride soon.”

  “I’m on my way.”

  * * *

  Fourteen minutes later, she’d been through three more contractions, in between which she’d called her doctor, wiped up the dripped-on rug, put on a maxi-pad, yoga pants and a big shirt and carried her already-packed suitcase to the front door. Not bad for a woman in active labor.

  She was crouched in the front hall, panting her way through the next contraction, when the doorbell rang. “It’s open!” she shrieked and panted some more.

  The door swung back, and she was looking at Seth’s boots. “Jody? Are you—”

  “Kind of busy here...” She waved a hand at him and went back to focusing on her breathing, on riding out the pain.

  He came and knelt at her side until that one peaked and passed off.

  Only then did she meet his eyes. “Thanks for coming.” He wore jeans and a T-shirt and looked almost approachable.

  She held out her arm. “Help me up?” He pulled her gently to her feet. She swayed against him for a moment. It was reassuring, leaning on him, such a broad, hard wall of a man. She could see the dark dots of beard stubble on his strong jaw, and he smelled clean and warm, like a just-ironed shirt. She was suddenly ridiculously glad she had called him. “Thanks.”

  “You ready?” He bent to grab the handle of her suitcase.

  “Let’s go.”

  Outside, he led her to the camo-green Grand Cherokee parked at the curb. “Back or front?”

  “What? You didn’t bring the cruiser?” When he only looked at her patiently, she answered his question. “I’ll sit in back. More space for rolling around in agony when the next contraction hits.”

  He got her settled in, tossed her suitcase into the passenger seat and climbed up behind the wheel.

  The ride to Justice Creek General took seven minutes. She knew because she was timing contractions and the spaces between them the whole way.

  At the hospital, they were ready for her. She’d preregistered and her ob-gyn, Dr. Kapur, had called ahead to say Jody was on the way. They put her
in a wheelchair and rolled her to a birthing suite.

  Seth followed her right in there.

  “Thanks.” She flashed him a pretty good imitation of a smile. “I’m good now. You can go.”

  “Someone should be here. I’ll stay.”

  “But I can call—”

  “It’s almost three in the morning. I’m already here.”

  She would have argued with him, but she knew how much good that would do her. “You’re staying no matter what I say, aren’t you?”

  “That’s right.”

  A nurse came in and introduced herself as Sandy. She took Jody’s vitals, waited out another contraction with her and then got a quick history. After that, she pulled a gown and a pair of canary yellow socks with nonskid soles from a cupboard.

  “Your gown and some cozy socks.” Sandy handed them over and pointed at a set of long cabinets tucked into the corner. “Your street clothes can go in there. Dr. Kapur should be in soon.” She nodded at Seth. “Sheriff.”

  “Thanks, Sandy,” he replied, as though he and Sandy were best pals and he had every right to be there. Apparently, Sandy was on the same page with him. She shot him a big smile and left them alone.

  “You need help getting into that?” He gestured at the gown.

  “No, thanks. Step out, please.”

  “If you need me—”

  “Thanks. I mean that. Out.”

  He left and she changed into the gown and socks. Dr. Kapur came. She examined Jody and confirmed what Jody already knew. Just like the first time, her baby was coming fast.

  Forty-five minutes later, Jody had flown through transition, and it was time to start pushing.

  Somebody had let Seth back into the room. By then, Jody didn’t even care. Pushing a baby out left zero room for modesty. And privacy? Forget about it.

  She had the mattress adjusted to prop up her back, her gown rucked up high and her legs spread wide, her feet in the bright yellow socks digging into the mattress. Seth was right there. He gave her his hand to hold on to.

  Okay, he was practically a stranger, but so what? He was there and he was strong and steady, and she could hold on to him, right now, when she needed him.

  Dignity? Self-control? She had none. She shouted and swore and clutched Seth’s hand for dear life.