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.Just as well.The folded slip of paper felt like itwas burning a hole in her back pocket.It wasn t until Ray parked the Toyota in the lot that he spoke. Why don t you wait here? I can run in and fill that prescription for you. No, I ll do it. She released her seatbelt and grabbed her purse from the floor by her feet. Whydon t you wait here? Not a chance. Just give me some damned privacy! she wanted to scream.But she couldn t.Not without arousingeven more suspicion.Think, Gracie.Unfortunately, nothing inspired came to her, so she turned to himand said, You ve got to stop treating me like an invalid, Ray. Fine.You stop fainting, I ll stop treating you like an invalid. He scanned the parking lot aroundthem, searching for danger, she supposed, then turned back to her. If you insist on going in, we gotogether. Okay. He released his seatbelt and patted his jacket pockets.Not feeling for his wallet like other men did,she realized.Feeling for his badge, his gun.The thought made her throat close up.It was second nature to him.He loved being a cop and hecould lose it all, because of her.Because of the damned mystery money she d brought into their lives.He popped his door open, unfolded his long legs and climbed out of the little car.Quickly, beforeRay could get around to help her, Grace opened her own door and clambered out.He took her handfirmly in his and they crossed the parking lot.Their tattoos covered up by their jackets, they attractedvery little attention.Grace s heart thumped so hard as they entered the store, she feared Ray could hear it. Why don tyou buy us some snack food to take back to the hotel? she suggested. I d kill for some yoghurt, orbetter still, some chocolate milk.Maybe some fresh fruit, too? I m tired of fast food and hotelbreakfasts. He grunted an agreement. Yeah, be nice to have some real food.We can use that cooler webought, fill it with ice from the machine back at the motel. He eyed her. You be okay on your own? She slanted him a wry look, hoping her relief didn t show. For the few minutes this ll take? I thinkso. He nodded once, then picked up a shopping basket and strode toward the grocery aisles.Graceexhaled, then headed straight for the drug counter.Catching a pharmacy aide, she said withoutpreamble, I need a pregnancy test kit.Quick. The younger woman gave her a sympathetic look. Sure thing.Let s just have a look at what we vegot. Grace knew she should ask for the pre-natal supplement, too, but couldn t quite bring herself to doit.While there was still a chance the doctor was wrong, she wanted to cling to denial. Try this one, the clerk said. They re all very reliable, but this is probably the mosteconomical. Grace thanked her, paid for the purchase, shoved the small box into the depths of her bag and wentin search of Ray.She didn t get more than two aisles before her thoughts turned inward again.How often over theyears had she thought about a baby?Not often in the beginning, but more and more in the last year or so.But Ray had shown no sign that he shared similar ideas.Indeed, he d seemed completely satisfied with the status quo.Reluctant,even, to change anything.Kids had always been something they both wanted later.Her steps slowed.Could she have taken the decision for him? Might she unconsciously have beenless careful with the diaphragm? Removed it too soon?Maybe.Did she really hope she wasn t pregnant?It d be easier if she weren t.She wouldn t have to face Ray s anger and the inevitable suspicionabout paternity.She wouldn t have to face her own doubts on that score.But could she wish the baby away?If she were pregnant with Ray s baby, it might be all she d ever have of him after this was over.He d never forgive her for what she d done, for betraying him, for leaving him.And God knows, shedidn t deserve for him to forgive her.Answer the question, Gracie.Do you or do you not wish this possible pregnancy away?She stopped dead in her tracks as the answer came to her.No, she didn t.An incredibly powerfulwave of protectiveness washed over her, bringing the sting of tears to her eyes.She d fight tooth andnail to keep her baby safe. Grace? She started.Ray, standing right beside her, his shopping basket full. You okay? He laid a hand on her arm. You ve got that blank look again. Just tired. Get what you needed? She nodded. I guess we re all set, then. He gestured to his basket. Anything else you wanted, or will that doit? The basket overflowed with fresh fruit, milk, yogurt and cheese.There was even a bag of thosepeeled baby carrots she liked to nibble on.His consideration made her want to cry all over again. No, that s great, she choked, turning away.Ray narrowed his eyes as Grace bolted for the cashier.Following her, he plunked his shoppingbasket down on the conveyor belt.Grace unloaded the stuff quickly while he dug the cash out of hiswallet to pay for it.Two minutes later, they were back in the car.Just as she had for the ride from the hospital, she satrigidly in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead.Sighing, he slotted the key in the ignition and theToyota sputtered to life [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Just as well.The folded slip of paper felt like itwas burning a hole in her back pocket.It wasn t until Ray parked the Toyota in the lot that he spoke. Why don t you wait here? I can run in and fill that prescription for you. No, I ll do it. She released her seatbelt and grabbed her purse from the floor by her feet. Whydon t you wait here? Not a chance. Just give me some damned privacy! she wanted to scream.But she couldn t.Not without arousingeven more suspicion.Think, Gracie.Unfortunately, nothing inspired came to her, so she turned to himand said, You ve got to stop treating me like an invalid, Ray. Fine.You stop fainting, I ll stop treating you like an invalid. He scanned the parking lot aroundthem, searching for danger, she supposed, then turned back to her. If you insist on going in, we gotogether. Okay. He released his seatbelt and patted his jacket pockets.Not feeling for his wallet like other men did,she realized.Feeling for his badge, his gun.The thought made her throat close up.It was second nature to him.He loved being a cop and hecould lose it all, because of her.Because of the damned mystery money she d brought into their lives.He popped his door open, unfolded his long legs and climbed out of the little car.Quickly, beforeRay could get around to help her, Grace opened her own door and clambered out.He took her handfirmly in his and they crossed the parking lot.Their tattoos covered up by their jackets, they attractedvery little attention.Grace s heart thumped so hard as they entered the store, she feared Ray could hear it. Why don tyou buy us some snack food to take back to the hotel? she suggested. I d kill for some yoghurt, orbetter still, some chocolate milk.Maybe some fresh fruit, too? I m tired of fast food and hotelbreakfasts. He grunted an agreement. Yeah, be nice to have some real food.We can use that cooler webought, fill it with ice from the machine back at the motel. He eyed her. You be okay on your own? She slanted him a wry look, hoping her relief didn t show. For the few minutes this ll take? I thinkso. He nodded once, then picked up a shopping basket and strode toward the grocery aisles.Graceexhaled, then headed straight for the drug counter.Catching a pharmacy aide, she said withoutpreamble, I need a pregnancy test kit.Quick. The younger woman gave her a sympathetic look. Sure thing.Let s just have a look at what we vegot. Grace knew she should ask for the pre-natal supplement, too, but couldn t quite bring herself to doit.While there was still a chance the doctor was wrong, she wanted to cling to denial. Try this one, the clerk said. They re all very reliable, but this is probably the mosteconomical. Grace thanked her, paid for the purchase, shoved the small box into the depths of her bag and wentin search of Ray.She didn t get more than two aisles before her thoughts turned inward again.How often over theyears had she thought about a baby?Not often in the beginning, but more and more in the last year or so.But Ray had shown no sign that he shared similar ideas.Indeed, he d seemed completely satisfied with the status quo.Reluctant,even, to change anything.Kids had always been something they both wanted later.Her steps slowed.Could she have taken the decision for him? Might she unconsciously have beenless careful with the diaphragm? Removed it too soon?Maybe.Did she really hope she wasn t pregnant?It d be easier if she weren t.She wouldn t have to face Ray s anger and the inevitable suspicionabout paternity.She wouldn t have to face her own doubts on that score.But could she wish the baby away?If she were pregnant with Ray s baby, it might be all she d ever have of him after this was over.He d never forgive her for what she d done, for betraying him, for leaving him.And God knows, shedidn t deserve for him to forgive her.Answer the question, Gracie.Do you or do you not wish this possible pregnancy away?She stopped dead in her tracks as the answer came to her.No, she didn t.An incredibly powerfulwave of protectiveness washed over her, bringing the sting of tears to her eyes.She d fight tooth andnail to keep her baby safe. Grace? She started.Ray, standing right beside her, his shopping basket full. You okay? He laid a hand on her arm. You ve got that blank look again. Just tired. Get what you needed? She nodded. I guess we re all set, then. He gestured to his basket. Anything else you wanted, or will that doit? The basket overflowed with fresh fruit, milk, yogurt and cheese.There was even a bag of thosepeeled baby carrots she liked to nibble on.His consideration made her want to cry all over again. No, that s great, she choked, turning away.Ray narrowed his eyes as Grace bolted for the cashier.Following her, he plunked his shoppingbasket down on the conveyor belt.Grace unloaded the stuff quickly while he dug the cash out of hiswallet to pay for it.Two minutes later, they were back in the car.Just as she had for the ride from the hospital, she satrigidly in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead.Sighing, he slotted the key in the ignition and theToyota sputtered to life [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]