LITMIR.BIZ

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she blew out a long breath. She still couldn’t calm down.

      The electronic doors sprang open the instant she approached them. Kelsey searched the immediate area for someone official who could point her in the direction of the emergency area.

      She settled on an older, white-haired woman in a pink smock sitting behind a desk. Short, plump, pleasant and round-faced, at first glance the woman could have easily doubled as Cinderella’s fairy godmother.

      “You have my mother here.” Kelsey quickly realized that the statement had come out like an accusation. Nerves again, she thought. “I mean, my mother called me to say she was in the emergency room here.” Words were colliding on her tongue. Was she even making any sense? “Please, I need to see her. She’s in the emergency room,” Kelsey prodded, surprised she wasn’t shouting. “My guess is that she’s still there. Otherwise, she would have called me again to say she was leaving. Her name is Kate Marlowe,” Kelsey said.

      The slightly perplexed look on the older woman’s face dissolved into a smile. “And you’d be right. There she is, right there.” The woman tapped the screen triumphantly. “She’s in the emergency room all right.” Turning from her desk, the woman pointed to the left. “You need to speak to that young lady sitting over there. She’ll be able to help you.”

      Kelsey managed a “Thank you” before making her way over to the woman indicated.

      “Maybe you can help me,” Kelsey began. The nurse didn’t look up from the keyboard. Her fingers flew across the keys. Kelsey suppressed the urge to grab the nurse’s hands and still them. “My mother called me from your emergency room—”

      Only the nurse’s perfectly shaped eyebrows rose in a silent query. Her eyes remained on the screen as she continued typing.

      “Name?”

      “Kate Marlowe. My mother’s name is Kate Marlowe,” Kelsey elaborated, in case the nurse thought she was giving her own name.

      “Marlowe,” the nurse murmured under her breath, typing. “She’s still here in the E.R.,” the nurse confirmed. “Bed number fifteen.” For the first time, the woman looked up. Kelsey noted that the nurse had kind eyes. “If you want to see her, I’ll buzz you in,” she offered.

      “Bless you,” Kelsey exhaled.

      The nurse flashed her an understanding smile. The moment the buzzer sounded, Kelsey raced through the door.

      Once inside the E.R., she stopped dead. There was a sea of beds in front of her. They ran along on both sides of the wall. Some were hidden behind white curtains that hung from the ceiling, and others were out in the open—and, for the most part, empty.

      “Can I help you?” an orderly asked, coming up on Kelsey’s right.

      “I’m looking for bed number fifteen,” she told him. “Which way would I go?”

      He pointed to the rear of the wing. “Bed number fifteen’s on the left. In the back,” he added.

      “Thank you.” Kelsey was off and moving before the orderly finished speaking.

      Please let her be all right, please let her be all right, she silently repeated, making a beeline for the bed the orderly had pointed out.

      As she approached, Kelsey thought she saw someone standing by the bed. The next second she realized that it was a uniformed policeman.

      The bed couldn’t belong to her mother, she thought. There was no reason for a policeman to be talking to her mother.

      Was there?

      It was her mother’s bed. Kelsey recognized the form before she had a clear view of the woman’s face. Her mother had a way of tilting her head when she was listening to someone talk. It had always created a feeling of comfort and well-being for her, Kelsey thought.

      Only her mother, lying flat on her back in a hospital emergency room, would be trying to be comfort another person.

      Her stomach tied itself into a tight knot.

      Keeping her eyes on bed number fifteen, Kelsey made her way around several of the hospital staff. She felt her shoulders stiffen and tension coursed through her body the way it always did whenever she saw a policeman these days.

      Who was this man?

      From the expression on her mother’s face, it appeared that she knew the officer. Knew him and liked him. But then again, she’d never known her mother to meet anyone she didn’t like. Kate Marlowe always looked for the good in a person and she had a huge heart.

      But that still didn’t answer her question, Kelsey thought.

      What was a policeman doing here, talking to her mother? Granted, Kate Marlowe had always had the kind of face that drew words out of virtual strangers, but it would have been a far more likely scenario if her mother were on the receiving end of an orderly’s life history. Or if one of the nurses was standing there, baring her soul to her mother. Not a policeman.

      Oh God, was this worse than she thought?

      Chapter Two

      The next moment, Kelsey felt the kind of surge that coursed through the veins of a lioness when she perceived that one of her cubs was being threatened. Kelsey might have been the youngest in the family, but she had always been fiercely protective, even though not a single one of her four brothers or her parents ever needed protecting.

      Until now.

      “Excuse me,” she said, addressing the back of the police officer’s head. “Is there a problem here?”

      Whatever answer Officer Morgan Donnelly had at the ready vanished the moment he glimpsed the woman who belonged to the angry voice. His smile was slow, appreciative as he looked her over from head to toe. It occurred to him that she resembled the woman he was talking to. A kid sister perhaps?

      “No, no problem at all,” he told her.

      Giving the sandy-haired patrolman with the X-ray eyes and unreadable expression a cold glare, Kelsey drew herself up to her full, rather unimposing five-foot-four height. The next second, she was Kate’s shaken daughter, trying to hide just how upset she really was.

      “Mom,” she cried, “you scared me half to death.” There didn’t seem to be any bruises that she could see. Why was her mother here? And what did it have to do with the cop with the X-ray eyes? “Are you all right?”

      “I am now,” Kate told her, “thanks to Officer Donnelly.” Smiling, her mother nodded at the young policeman.

      “Oh.”

      Well, that snuffed out a good deal of Kelsey’s animosity toward the officer. Because of her experience with Dan, her view of policemen in general was tainted. She’d just assumed that the young officer at her mother’s bedside was somehow responsible. Maybe he’d cut her mother off and caused her to have an accident.

      Still, her mother was grateful to him. Drawing herself up again, Kelsey nodded at him. “Thank you,” she said stiffly.

      Reaching up, Kate wove her fingers through her daughter’s and squeezed her hand. “Honey, I didn’t want to call and upset you, but the doctor said I had to call someone to take me home and I just couldn’t call your father or your brothers.”

      “I offered to take your mother home,” the officer said, his voice solemn but kind as he nodded at Kate, “but she refused.”

      “I couldn’t impose on you any further,” Kate protested. “You’ve already done enough for me.”

      Just what did her mother mean by “enough”? Kelsey bit back the urge to ask her. “Not that I mind being the one you turn to, Mom, but why couldn’t you call any of them?”

      Kate didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she raised her eyes to her daughter’s face. “If I told you it’s because they’re all busy working, would

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