Apb: Baby

скачать книгу бесплатно


Lucy charged up the stairs, pulling her key card from her jeans and hurrying out the door to the harsh sounds of a revving engine and tires squealing to find traction along the pavement. She saw the silhouette of a man racing between the cars. “Niall? Hey! Don’t hurt him!”

She glanced toward the front entrance as one of the glass doors swung open. Was help coming? Or more trouble? She should call 911. She reached for her phone.

But when she saw the running figure lurch as if some invisible force had jerked him back a step, she sprinted forward to help. “Stop!”

There were two men trading blows out there. One had ambushed the other.

“Lucy!” The warning barely registered as her feet hit the pavement. She glimpsed the man hitting the ground a split second before a pair of headlights flashed on their high beams and blinded her.

Forced to turn away, she stumbled back a step. She thought she heard another car door open. She knew she heard the terrible sound of a transmission grinding too quickly through its gears. The headlights grew bigger, like a nocturnal predator bearing down on her. The lights filled up her vision. The roar of the engine deafened her. The heat of the powerful car distorted the chill of the early February morning.

“Lucy!”

Two arms slammed around her body and lifted her out of harm’s way. She hit the hard earth with a jolt and tumbled, rolling two or three times until she wound up flat on her back with Niall Watson’s long body pinning her to the ground.

She noted the flash of a silver sports car speeding past, bouncing over the curb into the street and disappearing into the night before the strong thigh pressed between her legs and the muscled chest crushing her breasts and the hot gasps of Niall’s deep breaths against her neck even registered. “I knew that car was following me...” Lucy’s triumphant words trailed away in a painful gurgle as the pain of that tackle bloomed through her chest. “Oh, man. That hurts.”

“Not as much as getting mowed down by that Camaro would have.” She flattened her palms against his shoulders and tried to push, but he only rose up onto his elbows on either side of her, leaving their hips locked together. He glared down at her through those dark frames. “What were you thinking? Didn’t you see him driving right at you?”

“I thought you were hurt.” She sucked in a deeper breath and found more voice as the ache in her lungs eased. “There was a fight outside the laundry room. He knocked the other man down. I thought it was you.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Duh.” Her breath returned in shallow gasps. “What are you doing here, anyway?”

“Saving you, apparently.”

“You’re supposed to be asleep.”

“You’re supposed to be in my apartment.”

Lucy was blatantly aware of cold ground and damp clothes and the black KCPD T-shirt that left little of that sleekly muscled torso to her imagination now. But Niall flattened himself right back on top of her when another vehicle engine roared to life in the parking lot. She found herself flat on her back a second time, pinned beneath Niall’s body as the second car raced past.

Only after it turned into the street and sped away after the silver Camaro did Niall raise his head again. “Do you recognize that vehicle, too?”

Lucy shook her head. She hadn’t even gotten a look at it. A fat lot of help she was. As her body warmed in places it shouldn’t, Lucy gave him another push. “You can get off me now.”

Without even so much as a sorry for invading your personal space and making your brain short-circuit again, Niall rolled to his feet and extended a hand to help her stand up beside him. While she brushed at the mud on her knees and bottom, he bent down to pick up her key card and phone and pressed them into her hands. “Are you hurt?”

“No.”

Despite her answer, he turned her hands over and inspected the muddy smear on her elbow. “What are you doing out here at this time of the blessed a.m.?”

Lucy plucked away the dead bits of grass that clung to the scruff of his beard and hair. “Are you hurt?”

“Lucy,” he prompted, dismissing her concern. “Give me an answer.”

She pulled away and shrugged, wondering how long she was going to feel that stiff catch in her chest, and how much of it had to do with hitting the ground so hard and how much had to do with learning Niall’s shape in a far-too-intimate way. “I heard voices. Someone was fighting on the basement stairs, and they ran out. One of them got on the elevator, maybe. I was half-asleep.”

“Where’s the baby?”

“Tommy.” Her blood chilling at what a doofus she was turning out to be at this whole instant-motherhood thing, Lucy ran back to the side exit. She slid her key card into the lock and pulled the door open.