Baby In A Million
“I think I’m the wrong woman to ask,” she bit out at last. Her whole body was trembling. “What could you possibly want from me now?”
The question was out before she realized how angry she sounded. And how vulnerable. Damn, damn, damn.
“You’re the one who ended things by moving out on me—” his voice grated “—but that’s all past history. What I’m asking for is a little of your time.”
His calm reply enflamed her.
“Ask Sheila.”
There was another deadly quiet. “Aside from the fact that she has nothing to do with my personal life, you’re the only person who can help me. I’m calling from City Creek Hospital,” he added quietly.
As a dozen ghastly scenarios flashed through her mind, she suddenly felt sick to the pit of her stomach. “What’s wrong?” She almost strangled on the words.
“It’s not fatal,” he answered in a dry tone, obviously reading her mind with his usual accuracy. His explanation released the tight band around her chest, allowing her to breathe again. “But I’d rather discuss it with you in person.”
“No!” she cried out in fright. Since he was still in the dark about her pregnancy, she didn’t want him to find out about it yet.
Rising to her feet in a panic she said, “If this isn’t a life-and-death situation, then there’s no reason why we can’t talk on th—”
“As I was about to say,” he broke in civilly before she’d finished, “you have every right to refuse me.”
Cord had a way of baiting her which not only pushed every button, but managed to make her feel sorry for him so she ended up battling a large dose of guilt for something she hadn’t even done. Flushed because of the late stage of her pregnancy, their conversation had raised her temperature another couple of degrees.
“To be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t already hung up on me.”
She held her forehead in her head. He would never beg. It wasn’t his way. So why had he called? What was really going on with him?
“Cord—I fail to see—”
“The point?” he interrupted once more. “I suppose I should have expected that response from you. Rest assured I won’t bother you again.”
Beneath his wintry delivery, there was a bleakness in his response which haunted her long after the line had gone dead…
When Ashley went to bed a half hour later, she tossed and turned all night. The pain in her lower back, coupled with the activity in her womb would have made her restless anyway, but Cord’s phone call had disturbed her so much, she knew she wouldn’t sleep until she knew the real reason why he’d contacted her.
They were getting divorced. Their marriage was over. Soon he and Sheila could do whatever they wanted without interference. It was nothing to do with Ashley, not anymore.
But he had phoned with a specific purpose in mind. Maybe he’d been diagnosed with something terminal, but not immediate.
No matter what had happened to break them up, the thought of him no longer existing on the planet brought pure terror to her heart.
The next morning, after she’d prepared Mrs. Bromwell’s breakfast, Ashley left her listening to a book on tape. With a small grocery list in hand she took the car to the store, then drove to Greg’s office located on the east bench, ten miles from the apartment. If anyone knew the truth, he did.
“Hi, Sally,” she said to one of the clerks on her way back to Greg’s office where she used to work. Now that spring had come to Utah, the store was packed with people already dreaming about summer campouts, ready to take advantage of the sales on new tents and lanterns.
Seconds later she gave a little rap on the door to his suite, their private signal.
Greg looked up with a broad smile and leaped out of his chair. “My, my how you’ve blossomed since I last saw you. You look beautiful.” He gave her an affectionate hug before telling her to sit down opposite his desk.
Happily married to Bonnie, and the proud father of two adorable children, Greg had been her rock and confidant when things had started to go wrong in her marriage to Cord.
She didn’t want to believe that he would have betrayed the trust she’d placed in him. If he’d gone against her pleas not to tell Cord anything, then she needed to know about it right now.
If he’d kept his promise, she needed to know that, too, so she wouldn’t be angry at him for something of which he was ignorant.
“What brings you here unless it’s to get your old job back? Much as I like Elly, she’s never been able to fill your shoes. She doesn’t understand the business the way you do. Everyone around here still misses you like crazy.”
“Thanks, Greg. That’s nice to hear.”