Protecting What's Mine: A Security Romance Collection

by Apryl Baker

  “Sloane, baby. Are you okay?” His voice was laced with concern. He held on to both of her upper arms as she tried to get the room to stop spinning. Maybe she was sicker than she originally thought. The spinning wasn’t slowing down. If anything, it was speeding up. Before she could answer him, everything went black.

  Sloane woke up in another hospital bed. This was becoming a bad habit. She had an IV needle in her hand with clear fluids running into it from the bag hanging by the bed. She didn’t feel any shittier than before, so that must be a good sign. Actually, she did feel a little better. She breathed a sigh of relief.

  A gentle knock sounded at the door before a doctor entered the small room. He looked up from his clipboard. His smile was almost as sexy as Max’s, and his brown eyes were so dark they almost looked black. His brown hair was a little longer than she would have expected from a doctor, and the tips were dyed blond. He looked so much like an actor playing a doctor on a cable show that she scanned the room for cameras.

  “Ms. Robertson, it’s good to see you awake. I’m Dr. Hutchinson, but most of my patients call me Dr. Hank.” He extended his hand for her to shake.

  “Is everything all right? I feel a lot better now.” Okay, so she was stretching the truth a bit, but he couldn’t know that.

  “How long have you been feeling sick?”

  “I’ve been kinda tired the last two weeks or so, but this last week has been brutal. I’ll be glad when this damn flu is gone.” She let her head fall back into the pillow. A moment later she lifted her head back up. “Um, did anyone come here with me?”

  Sloane had been both hoping and dreading that Max would be there when she woke up. She knew they couldn’t be together, but damn, she wanted to see him again even though she knew it would just make things harder for her in the long run.

  “There was a gentleman here with you. Last I saw, he was in the waiting room on the phone. So let’s just jump right on in, shall we?” He smiled. “Are you married?”

  “No.”

  “Are you seeing someone?”

  “Um, no. What does my relationship status have to do with why I’m he—” Her eyes widened. “OH MY GOD!” Sloane yelled, jumping up to a sitting position, the IV tugging painfully on her hand. “Did that rat bastard give me an STD?”

  Dr. Hank had the audacity to burst out in a full-out belly laugh. Sloane didn’t see the humor in finding out she’d gotten a venereal disease. Please let it be treatable. She was gonna kill him. She was gonna cut his—

  “Goodness no, Ms. Robertson.”

  “Sloane, just call me Sloane.”

  “I asked because well, Sloane, you’re pregnant.”

  Pregnant. She just stared at him. She could feel her mouth hanging open. She wanted to close it. She just couldn’t seem to manage to make anything move at the moment. Pregnant, oh God. How did this happen?…Never mind, she knew how it happened. She remembered every delicious moment of how it happened.

  What was she going to do? How was she going to raise a child on her own? No, she couldn’t think that way. Bella would be there to help her. Plus, her parents would support her any way she needed. Shit, she was going to have a baby. She was going to have Max’s baby.

  “I take it from your expression and from my earlier questions, that this was an unplanned pregnancy?”

  “It was an unplanned affair. Not even an affair, it was one night with a friend that meant more to me than him. Shit,” she blurted out.

  “Well, we’re going to need a follow-up appointment to get a family history, and at that time we can do a sonogram to find out how far along you are.”

  “About four weeks,” she mumbled.

  Another knock on the door. Sloane looked up at it, waiting for a nurse to walk in, but no one did. Dr. Hank answered when she didn’t.

  “Come in.”

  Max opened the door, and she wanted to crawl in a hole. He looked like it had been a while since his face saw a razor. She knew exactly what it felt like to have his stubble brush against her sensitive skin.

  “How is she, Doc?”

  “Flu,” she blurted. “Just the flu. I’ll be fine. Thank you, doctor. I’ll be sure to call your office later today to set up a follow-up appointment. Thank you for everything.” He gave Sloane a mischievous smile. Her guess was that he’d just realized Max was this baby’s father.

  “Take care of yourself, Sloane. Get plenty of rest and double your fluid intake. You were severely dehydrated when you came in. It’s no wonder you fainted.” He pulled a small business card from the front pocket of his white coat. “Here’s my card.” Before handing it to her, he flipped it over on his clipboard and wrote something on the back. “My cell phone number is on the back. If you need anything, call me.”

  “Thank you,” she replied while taking the offered card. “When can I leave?”

  “I’ll start your discharge papers now.”

  He stood up and made his way to the door. He gave a chin nod to Max before leaving them alone. Alone again with Max. That’s how she’d ended up in this mess. She looked over at him. He stood there with his hands in his front pockets, his gaze locked on hers. His stare was so intense that she wanted to pull the covers over her head and hide until he left. Why the hell did he have to look so good?

  “Are you really okay?”

  “Yes, Max, I’m fine.”

  “I called Foster. He said he would get Bella and meet us at your place.”

  “Thank you. You don’t have to take me home. I can get a ride.”

  Max stalked over to her and planted both of his hands on the arm rail of the bed. Sloane could see his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. He looked angry as hell and the fact that it was directed toward her was terrifying. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her physically, but it didn’t stop her from leaning back into her pillow further.

  “Why the hell would I leave you on your own to get home when, one, I wanted to talk to you in the first place. Two, you’re obviously sick and need some help. Now let’s get you outta here.”

  Once Sloane hopped up into Max’s truck, she gave him directions to her new apartment. So much for him not knowing where she lived anymore. Then again, if he’d found her at work, he could find her at home.

  He parked his truck in the underground garage in one of her assigned parking spots since her car was still at Sully’s. Sloane’s guest spot was currently occupied by a silver Ford Focus belonging to Bella. Since she wasn’t inside of it, Sloane knew she must already be upstairs in her apartment. She was the only person Sloane trusted with her spare key.

  The elevator ride was silent. She didn’t know what to say to Max. Surprisingly he hadn’t said anything to her either. Being this close to him again was wreaking havoc with her sensibilities. Part of her wanted to scream at him. The other part wanted to rub herself up against him and purr. She had to get him to leave so she could talk to Bella.

  “You better not be sick for my wedding,” Bella yelled, getting up from the couch.

  “I’ll be fine by then,” Sloane lied.

  “Good thing.” She smiled. “Foster ran to pick up some essentials. You hardly have anything in your pantry. When’s the last time you went grocery shopping? Never mind, it’s not important. He should be back any minute, so let’s get you settled.”

  “Thanks for the ride, Max,” Sloane called over her shoulder as she walked toward the bedroom.

  “I’m not leaving, Sloane,” he replied firmly while he shook his head in amusement. “I need to talk to Foster, I might as well wait here for him.”

  Sloane didn’t say anything else to him. She just continued on to her bedroom with Bella close behind. Once they were inside, she plopped down on the bed, falling backward. Bella shut the door quietly behind her.

  “Maybe you should talk with him, Sloane.”

  “I can’t. Please, Bella. You don’t understand what I’m going through right now.”

  “I know you’re sick, honey. I just think he—”


  “Damn it, Bella, I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “All right. We won’t talk about it.” She took a step back. Sloane knew she’d hurt Bella’s feelings, but she was still processing her own right now.

  “Get some sleep. I’ll bring you some soup in a little bit.”

  “I’m sorry, Bella.”

  “I understand. No worries.”

  Sloane stripped out of her clothes. Pulling a t-shirt on, she snuggled under the covers. It didn’t take long before she was sound asleep.

  ***

  Max

  Max sat on the couch with his head in his hands. Hearing a door creak open, he looked up in time to see Bella emerge from Sloane’s bedroom. She looked tired and upset. Max stood up and pulled her into a hug.

  “She’s gonna be fine.”

  “I was so worried when you called, Max. She hasn’t been herself. I know she’s going to be all right eventually, but I miss her.”

  “She won’t talk to me. I don’t know what to do.”

  “Just give her a little time. That’s what we’ve all been doing. I’ll try to put in a good word for you.”

  “Thanks.”

  It wasn’t long before Foster came through the door struggling not to drop all the bags he was carrying. Max rushed over to grab a few from him.

  “Let me help, man.”

  “She hasn’t thrown you out yet, that’s a good sign.” Foster smiled.

  “She’s asleep.”

  “Ah, okay.”

  Max helped Foster take everything out of the shopping bags and place it on the countertop. Bella put the things in their proper places.

  “How long has she been sick?” he asked.

  “She first told me she felt under the weather last week. I didn’t realize she was this bad, though. It’s probably all the hours she’s putting in at that sports bar.”

  “Why isn’t she working in an office somewhere? That’s what she did before.”

  “She said she needed the money while she waited on interviews.”

  Max frowned. “Do you mind if I stick around? I really need to talk to her.”

  “Of course you can. I can’t guarantee she’ll talk to you, though.”

  Bella patted his shoulder before leaving the kitchen for Sloane’s room. This time she carried with her a tray covered in food. Max took a moment to nose around the apartment. It was smaller than her last place and the neighborhood wasn’t quite as good, but it wasn’t bad either. He recognized the same furniture. Figuring he might as well get comfortable, Max once again took a seat on the couch, leaning his head back to rest.

  Max woke up to the sound of a door opening. It was dark out now and he didn’t see Bella or Foster. How long had he slept? Stretching his back, he watched Sloane walk into the kitchen. He got up slowly, entering the room behind her. He missed the sight of her in those little cotton shorts. Hell, he just missed the sight of her.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Better. I’m surprised you’re still here.”

  “Why?” he asked, confused. She knew he wanted to talk to her.

  “Just am.” She shrugged her shoulders. There was a sadness about her that he hadn’t seen before. He had to see her smile.

  “Sloane…”

  “I’d really rather not discuss it, Max.” She stood next to the kitchen sink, looking down the drain. She couldn’t even look at him.

  “Well, we are going to discuss it. You can’t just walk out on me without an explanation. As to what you think you heard that morning, you were dead fucking wrong.”

  ***

  Sloane

  Max stood there with his arms folded across his chest. God, why did he always have to look so good? His hair had grown out a little more on top. His five o’clock shadow was sexy as hell. Mentioning that night stirred something inside her involuntarily. Her mind played back delicious moments that she knew she would cherish for all of her days. The reminder of that one perfect night was growing in her belly…Wait. What did he just say? How did he know what she’d heard him say?

  “What?” she stammered.

  “You know what I’m talking about.”

  “It doesn’t matter now.”

  Slapping his hand on the counter, Max bellowed, “The hell it doesn’t!”

  “I’m seeing someone, Max. Whatever happened between us, it just doesn’t matter.”

  Sloane hated to lie to him. It broke her heart all over again to see the look that blanketed his handsome face. Immediately she wanted to take the words back. She should tell him she was lying. Only how could she tell him that night was the best night of her life? She knew what she heard. Knowing Charlie was on his mind was enough. It told her all she needed to know. She was just one more in what she was sure was a long line of discarded women.

  The reality of it was, it wasn’t just her anymore. Sloane was carrying his child. She wasn’t going to be an obligation. The next man she made love to would want her for who she was. Since she was pregnant, that was a problem for the far-off future.

  “Oh, I see. That was quick.”

  Max stalked over to where she stood. Her blood started rushing through her body, as her heart sped up. Why could this man do this to her? Did he see through her lie? He took her face into his hands, looking into her eyes. For the briefest of moments, Sloane thought he would kiss her like he did when they’d made love. She had butterflies from the anticipation.

  “I guess it meant more to me, than it did to you.”

  He released her face slowly. Reality hit her like a sledgehammer to the solar plexus. He believed her. He walked to the front door, giving one last look over his shoulder, and then he walked out. Without another word. She sent away the man she loved. Sloane sat down on the cold vinyl floor and cried. What woman in their right mind would send away the man she loved? The kind that knew she could never keep him.

  Eventually, she picked herself up. She needed to figure out what she was going to do. She had a lot of planning to do. Thank goodness Bella’s wedding was sooner rather than later. No way could she hide her lie much longer.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sloane

  It was the day of Bella and Foster’s wedding. Sloane woke up feeling as if she had been run over by a truck. Twice. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the luxury of looking that way. She knew she had to put on her big girl panties and her best smile. Pulling her long hair up into a messy bun, Sloane put her makeup and other toiletries into an overnight bag to take with her to Bella’s house. They would be getting ready there before heading to the church.

  Sloane let herself into Bella’s house carrying the bag over her shoulder. Bella was upstairs and Sloane could hear music playing in her room. The look of pure happiness on her face when Bella spotted her in the mirror instantly warmed Sloane’s heart. She didn’t have on any makeup and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, but in that moment, Sloane had never seen her look more beautiful. Foster was a lucky man. The best part was, he knew it.

  “You’re late, but I forgive you.” Bella got up from her vanity chair to wrap her arms around her.

  “Only by five minutes.”

  “Sloane, I love you. Thank you for being a part of today.”

  “You’re family and my best friend. Wild horses couldn’t keep me away.”

  “Okay, let’s get this party started.”

  Bella had all the rollers in Sloane’s hair before her stylist, Fern, arrived. This cut down on the time Fern needed to work on her. While Sloane worked on her own makeup, Fern set about the task of piling Bella’s hair on the top of her head so her veil would encompass an elegant bun. Inside the bun, rhinestones sparkled when she moved.

  With her hair done, Bella moved on to her makeup as Fern removed Sloane’s rollers. She gathered all the hair into a beautiful mass of curls at the base of her neck. Her unruly bangs were tamed with styling gel. It almost felt unnatural to not have to push them out of her eyes. All Sloane had left to do was put on the bridesmaid gown. She had t
o hand it to Bella—she picked out a dress that would flatter her, not make her look like a walking stick of cotton candy.

  The black chiffon maxi dress fit her frame perfectly. The A-line hid the few pounds she had gained since she got pregnant. No one would be able to tell. Since she had to stand across from Max through the entire ceremony, she was doubly grateful for it. Sloane smoothed her fingertips over the silk of the bodice. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, she looked for any other telltale signs that she had a life growing inside of her. Nope, it was still her secret for now.

  Sloane helped Bella into her gown. It was a beautiful fitted ivory dress with delicate embroidered tulle in a rose motif. The dress was everything that Bella was herself. She looked elegant and ethereal standing there ready to promise herself forever to the man who completed her. Sloane’s heart was full of happiness for her, but she would be lying to herself if she said she didn’t feel a twinge of sadness for her own love life. Or lack thereof. Today was not going to be an easy day. Not only would she see Max, but being as he was Foster’s partner, she knew Brody would be there as well.

  “You’re absolutely stunning. Foster isn’t going to be able to keep his eyes or hands off of you.” Sloane laughed.

  “I hope not; I fully intend to start our family tonight.” She waggled her eyebrows with a huge grin on her face.

  They joked and giggled their way outside to the black town car that waited for them. Since the wedding was kept small and intimate, Bella wanted everyone else to meet at the church. She didn’t want all the women fussing with her or giving advice. She wanted it to be just the two of them. Like it always was. Sloane knew their parents—no, make that their moms—were less than thrilled. They wanted to be there, of course, but Bella wouldn’t budge. She stood firm on what she’d wanted. In the end the women backed off. As the car pulled away from the curb, Sloane took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.