Ranger's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 2)

But as she finished up her basic examination the air shifted.

I didn’t have to hear his voice to know he was in the room. My body knew. It always had an uncanny Reid radar installed under the skin.

“Why didn’t you page me?” he asked the nurse.

“She’s only been awake a few minutes, sir.”

They spoke as if I weren’t here between them.

He shoved his hands into his pockets. I didn’t want to see him. I didn’t want to look in his eyes. I didn’t want to hear his voice. I closed my eyes, praying the nurse would stay as a buffer bet

ween us.

“You may leave us,” he dismissed her casually. “I’d like to talk to Miss Lawrence.”

She reached for a canvas bag and walked out. As soon as the nurse was gone I knew I was trapped.

“How are you feeling?” Reid asked. He walked closer.

“Terrible,” I answered.

“Are you in pain? I have every medication you were prescribed. I can get you anything you want,” he offered. “Possible more.”

I shook my head. “No,” I lied. “That’s not necessary.”

“That’s a positive sign.”

“Sign for what?”

He rubbed the scruff along his jaw. It looked like he hadn’t shaved in days. I was afraid to study his face any closer. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to gaze into his eyes. Oh no. Not happening.

“That your recovery is going well,” he answered.

“Right my recovery.” I followed the mound of blankets where my toes wiggled at the foot of the bed. The nurse had layered several quilts on top of me.

I hated being in this position. He knew something I didn’t. He understood the circumstances and what had happened. He knew the nurse and knew this bedroom. My fingers curled around the soft comforter in frustration. I hated being at a disadvantage, and especially in front of Reid.

“Abi, don’t you remember what happened to you?”

I bit the inside of my cheek.

“Of course I do.”

“Abi.” His voice was stern and controlling.

How many times had I heard that tone? But it had been two years since I had been in a room with Reid. Two long years of doing everything in my power to erase his memory. Erase the hold he had on me.

“What?” I refused to look at him.

His finger landed on the underside of my chin as his tilted it upward.

“Do you know why I brought you to Big Bear? Do you remember anything about the attack yesterday?”

If I stared at his chest it would be better. I tried to tell myself not to think about how sculpted and chiseled it was. How muscle met muscle in hard angles under his crisp white shirt. I spotted the gun tucked at his waist. Holy shit. It was black and sleek.

“I’m tired.” I sighed. “And thirsty. And honestly, I’d like to get up and pee. So could you call the helpful nurse back in to give me some water?”

“Abi, look at me.”