Protecting the Pregnant Princess

Would the guard catch them as he’d caught this man last time?

Now that Timmer had unlocked the door, he was done hesitating. His hand wrapped tight around her arm. Maybe just to steady her. Or maybe to make sure that she didn’t get away from him.

He pulled her down the hall behind him, as if keeping himself between her and whatever threat they might encounter. As she followed him, she noticed the bulge beneath the scrubs at the small of his back. He wasn’t unarmed this time. Since she’d seen him last, Timmer had acquired a gun. Was it his or had he taken it off the burly guard?

Was that where Mr. Centerenian had gone? Disarmed? Or dead?

Maybe this man, whom she’d once known intimately, was just resourceful. Or maybe he was dangerous.

The threat actually came from behind them as someone yelled, “Stop!”

The man increased his speed, nearly dragging her as Jane obeyed the command and tried to stop. It wasn’t a male voice yelling but a familiar female voice. Nurse Sandy caught up to them and clutched at Jane’s free arm.

“Stop!” But the older woman spoke to the man. “You can’t take her.”

“I can’t stay,” Jane told her. “That guard—the one who hurt me—he’s going to take me out of here. Out of the country. I can’t leave with him.”

“You can’t leave with this man, either,” the nurse said. “Unless…” Sandy stared intently into Jane’s eyes. “Do you know him?”

“I—I—”

“Of course you don’t,” the woman answered her own question. “You don’t even know who you are.”

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