Andrusha put his arm on my shoulder. I put my face in my hands and took deep breaths, trying to get a handle on my emotions. If I lost her, I would not survive.
“She’s tough. She’s going to be okay.”
I looked at him. What if she doesn’t survive? What if she leaves me? How can I endure that kind of pain? All my questions were in my eyes, and he held my gaze with his own. Andrusha knew my past. He understood my pain.
His fingers squeezed my shoulder, and he repeated stubbornly, “She’s going to be fine.”
“Mica Petrov?” a voice called from the door.
I staggered to my feet and moved towards the doctor, who wore a yellow hospital gown over his scrubs.
The only words I could manage were, “My wife?”
He smiled at me. “Your wife is fine.”
I wavered on my feet as I took in that news.
“She has anemia, which is fairly common with pregnancy, but her anemia went a bit too far, which resulted in low blood pressure. The shock and adrenaline probably caused her bleeding.”
I worked to stay on my feet and take in his words. “What now?”
“We gave her a blood transfusion and an iron infusion treatment. We’d like to monitor her for a few days, but she should be ready to go home within forty-eight hours.”
“She’s going to live?” I repeated, needing the confirmation.
He smiled. “She and the baby will be fine.”
Wait, what? “The baby is okay too?”
He paused and frowned. “I thought you understood that.”
I couldn’t speak because of the enormous lump in my throat. I swallowed repeatedly.
He patted my arm. “Mom and baby are doing great. They are just transferring her to a room. The best thing for her is a lot of sleep.”
“Can I see her?” I gasped.
He smiled at me. “She’s asleep, but you can sit with her.”
* * *
She looked so tiny and pale in the hospital bed. She wore a hospital gown, and her hair was tangled in a riot of curls on the pillow. I pulled up a chair to her bed and watched her breathe. I studied my beautiful wife, who had completely captured my heart.
Thank God she’s alive.
I had no idea what I would have done if she hadn’t survived this. I had lived through my worst nightmare. The full impact of everything that had happened washed over me, and I put my head down on the bed, working to get my emotions under control. I felt a small hand touch my hair. In wonder, I lifted my head and looked into her beautiful brown eyes.
“Sweetheart,” I breathed.
Her eyes looked so scared. “The baby?”
My eyes filled with tears and my voice was gruff. “You’re both doing great.”
A tremulous smile crossed her face. “Are you okay?”
My heart was still hammering in my chest. I lifted her hand to my mouth, kissing her fingers. “I am now.”
Her smile remained on her lips as her eyes drifted shut. “I’m sorry, I just need to take a nap.”
She was so damn cute.
So much joy was spilling out of my chest as I smiled and kissed her hand again. “That’s okay. Just sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
Chapter 33
CHARLIE
I opened my eyes, taking in the unfamiliar hospital room. I glanced over to see Mica. He was sitting in a big hospital chair, his feet up on the end of my bed. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was breathing heavily with sleep.
My husband. I studied his beauty, taking in his messy hair and dark stubble, loving the thickness of his arms that crossed over his muscular chest. How had I gotten so lucky to have this man in my life?
As if he could sense my stare, he opened his eyes and his face broke into a gorgeous smile.
“Hey.” He put his feet down and leaned closer. His eyes traveled over my face. “How are you feeling?”
“Surprisingly fine.” My voice sounded scratchy. “What happened?”
“You had a blood transfusion, and they gave you some iron.”
“The baby is okay?” I confirmed.
He smiled and picked up my hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss my fingers gently. “Baby is fine.”
We stared at each other.
“I’m sorry I doubted you,” I confessed. “I never should have.”
“Shhh,” he soothed. “Don’t even talk about that.”
“I believe in you,” I added, scared that he didn’t know that.
“I know.”
I studied him. He looked rumpled and tired. “You’ve been through hell.”
“So have you.”
I frowned as memories of the horror washed over me. “Is that woman okay?”
He nodded and gave a sad smile. “She’s doing good. They treated her for malnutrition and dehydration, but her family is around her and they expect a full recovery.” He cleared his throat. “They came to thank us for helping find her.”
“You saved us.” I blinked. “Sniper. Is Sniper okay?
He squeezed my hand. “He’s fine. Zoey took him to the vet. He was given a large dose of tranquilizers, but he’s fine.”
More memories washed over me. Andrew, with a gun. Telling me I was his wife. “Andrew is crazy.”
His face looked grim. “Yeah. He is.”
I didn’t want to think about Andrew or how close he came to destroying my life.
“Mica, I’m so sorry.”
He stood, picked me up and climbed into bed with me. I sighed as I felt his big body gently curl around me. “We’re safe. It’s going to be okay.”
* * *
A day later, I got released from the hospital. All I wanted to do was get home. Mica hovered over me as he walked me to the car. I actually felt better than I had in weeks. The doctor said it was because of my iron infusions.
We drove home in silence. We had so much to talk about, but neither of us seemed to want to talk.
As we passed Andrew’s house, we saw a large white tent set up in the front driveway and several police vans.
“What’s going on?”
Mica didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled into our driveway and moved with me inside. The dogs went bananas when they saw me. Sniper whined and pressed his head against my legs.
“It’s okay. It’s okay.”
When we got over our happy reunion, I settled on the couch.
Mica came to sit beside me. He had that look on his face.
“What is it?”
He swallowed as he debated how much he wanted to tell me. “Andrew was never married. There is no record of him ever being married.”
My eyebrows went up. “But…”
Mica looked grim. “The house belonged to his mom, and he moved in there after she passed away.” He took my hands in his. “They found some other bodies.”
Horror washed over me. “What do you mean?”
“They found two shallow graves in his backyard and the bodies of two women.”
Revulsion made my skin crawl. “Are you serious?”
He squeezed my hands. “It was never Yazimoto scaring you. It was always Andrew.”
I thought about the figure in the backyard, the scarecrow, the doorbell ringing in the night. “That was him?”
“Not sure what his motives were, but police think you were the object of his obsession. Maybe he hoped that if you got scared, you’d be drawn to him for comfort.”
Bile rose up my throat. “It worked.”
“Hey,” he said softly. “You didn’t know. He had the entire world fooled. His dog walking group, his work—no one can believe who he was.”
“Was?” Mica was using the past tense.
He looked down at my fingers. “Andrew was arrested and transferred to a high-security location. Yesterday they found him dead in his cell.”
I swallowed hard. “Was it suicide?”
He slowly shook his head. “He had defensive wounds on his arms and legs. They reviewed the cameras, but apparent
ly, all the cameras outside his cell malfunctioned for over an hour that night.”
My voice faltered. “Someone… killed him?”
Blue eyes held mine. “Someone wanted to make sure he hurt no one else again.”
I thought about the voice on the other end of the phone, but I didn’t want to say those words. “Okay.”
Mica leaned forward and kissed my forehead before rubbing my arms. “It means there won’t be a trial. This is all behind us now. It’s over.”
“What about Sabrina?”
“She’s being charged with mischief and fraud.”
I nodded, satisfied. “That’s what I call a crazy ex.”
Mica laughed and yanked me onto his lap, burying his face in my neck. “Sorry about that.”
I put my palm on his cheek. “Mark knew about our ruse.”
Those blue eyes I loved so much crinkled as he smiled at me. “He told me.”
“We got married for no reason.”
His expression got serious. “Any regrets?”
Love filled my heart as I stared at my husband. “No regrets. You?”
That smile I loved so much broke across his face. “Nope. No regrets.”
“What about the baby?”
He leaned forward with that mouth I loved so much and kissed me. “Can’t wait.”
“You mean that?” I breathed, staring into his eyes.
“With all my heart.”
The doorbell pealed and Sasha broke into wild barking.
Mica lifted me off the couch and walked to the door. I followed closely behind him.
When he swung the door open, a stern-looking woman flashed her badge at him.
“Mica Petrov?”
He stiffened. “What now?”
“I’m Detective Klaassen, and I wanted to let you know they assigned me to your case.”
He crossed his arms, unimpressed. “What happened to Detective Wallace?”
She glanced at me before speaking. “Detective Wallace is under internal investigation. He’s on leave.”
I moved to stand next to Mica.
She cleared her throat. “You were under investigation for the night that a dock warehouse got raided. It’s come to our attention that Detective Wallace was using unnecessary means to investigate you and exerted an unnecessary force on you as a citizen. There is no evidence to suggest that you were involved in any illegal activity, and I wanted to let you know that we’ve closed that investigation. The case should have been dropped the morning of, and you should never have been detained or charged. On behalf of the Vancouver Police, we’d like to apologize for any inconvenience this has caused. I hope our actions didn’t disrupt your life too much.”
Mica looked at me with wide eyes. “Apology accepted.”
She gave a curt nod. “Well, have a good day.”
He shut the door and looked at me in disbelief. “Detective Wallace should have never detained or charged me.”
I stared at him. “If he hadn’t, you wouldn’t have gotten in trouble with Mark.” I thought about it. “Which means you wouldn’t have had to marry me.”
He swept me into his arms. “Do I really have Detective Wallace to thank for all of this?”
“I’m the inconvenience he caused.”
“This marriage was the best inconvenience of my life.”
I smiled up at him. “Now what?”
He smiled back. “Now we start the rest of our lives.”
Epilogue
Mica
I stood beside Ryan as we started to get dressed for the game. There was an excited vibe in the locker room. We had a three-game lead in the playoffs, and this was our fifth game. Tonight, we wanted to bring the cup home.
Ryan glanced at me. “How did your meeting go with Mark?”
I tossed my watch onto the shelf in my locker. “He signed me for another five years.”
Ryan’s eyes lit up. He lifted his hand in a high-five. “Nice.”
Mark had put his money where his mouth was, giving me an unreal contract that would be announced when the playoffs were over. “I’m happy. Happy to stay here.”
I was playing it low key, but I was ecstatic that Mark had signed me for another five years. This was our home. This was where our friends were and where we wanted to raise our child.
“Hockey is life, right?” He grinned.
My wife is my life. “You know it.”
* * *
We stood on the ice as the music started to play. The stadium was dark and quiet as the singer belted out our national anthem. You could feel the energy of the crowd anticipating the biggest game of the season. I lifted my eyes to the family boxes, searching. There. There she was. Charlie stood, her hands cradling her beautiful baby belly. Beside her, my eyes found my mom. Zoey. Krista. Jasper and Mark. And Andrusha.
I momentarily reflected on how much my life had changed. A year ago, during playoffs, I had some faceless puck bunny cheering me on. Now I had a family, my whole family, standing behind me.
Charlie’s eyes found mine. Her face broke into the most beautiful smile. God, I loved that woman. I stared up at her, wondering for the thousandth time how I hadn’t fallen in love with her the first time I met her. She was, in my mind, the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And she was mine. All mine.
She blew me a kiss and grinned cheekily. I didn’t think I could get any happier. Well, one thing could make me happier: winning tonight, and bringing home the cup.
I glanced at Ryan. We made eye contact.
“Let’s do this,” I mouthed.
He grinned back at me and mouthed, “All the way.”
* * *
Two and a half hours later, I stood on the ice in disbelief. We had won. Ryan skated over and jumped on me, giving me a hug.
“We did it!” he screamed. “We won.”
Gloves came off as our team piled together in a group on the ice, hugging and screaming at each other. We had done it. We had won the cup. The crowds were screaming and going crazy. People flooded onto the ice so they could get in on the action.
I skated around, breathing hard. I looked up at the box. I didn’t see Charlie, just my mom, Mark, and Jasper. Zoey appeared by my side, breathless and happy. I picked her up and hugged her.
“Charlie’s at the gate,” she yelled at me, pointing to the gate. “I have to go find Ryan.”
I fought my way through the growing, celebrating crowd on the ice, my eyes searching for her. She was standing at the gate, her hands over her mouth. Andrusha was by her side, protecting her from everyone around her.
I sped up and stopped short in front of her.
“Excuse me,” I said. “Have you seen my wife?”
Her eyes sparkled with laughter. “Not sure. What does she look like?”
“She’s ridiculously cute, and she has a smart mouth on her. More importantly, she hates hockey.”
She laughed. “Smart girl. She married a hockey player?”
“Crazy, hey?” I leaned over the gate, so I could press my mouth against her lips. She tasted fantastic. Like hot sex, love, and my home.
She put her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear. “Crazy in love.”
“You’re mine,” I whispered back. “You’re my wife.”
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High Risk Rookie
Please enjoy a sneak peak of my fourth Vancouver Wolves Hockey book, High Risk Rookie
Krista
I sat at my desk, looking over the latest contracts. I was making a mental note to call my lawyer when a figure appeared at the door.
I glanced up, pausing when I saw Mark Ashford standing in the doorway.
He smiled at me, a charming smile. “Sorry. No one was at the front desk.”
“I haven’t yet found a replacement for Charlie while she’s on mat leave.”
“You busy?”
“Not for you. Come in.” I stood up and ushered him towards my couches. “Have you recovered from your celebrations after winning the Stanley Cup?”
He smiled. “Still celebrating.” I sat down and watched as he took a seat on the couch across from me. “You’re looking good.”
“Quit buttering me up, Mark. What brings you all the way to my side of town?”
He leaned forward, his gaze intent. “I’m interested in a player.”
Intriguing. “All my players are signed with you. Who is it?”
“He’s gone through two agents, and word on the street is that his third agent is about to fire him.”
“Sounds like trouble.” I studied Mark. “Exactly the kind of trouble you tend to avoid.”
“He’s an unbelievable talent. I want him to sign with the Wolves.”
“That’s something you should be discussing with his agent.”
“His agent hasn’t talked to him in over four weeks.”
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