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Multiples Mystery
Alice Sharpe
Olivia Capri knew giving birth to quads would cause a stir in her media-starved small town.But she didn't realize it would bring back Zac Bishop, the boy she'd once loved with all her teenaged heart. Luckily, as sheriff, he'd returned just in time. It seemed someone was after her and her babies thanks to a past she knew nothing about.And though she knew whoever it was didn't stand a chance against Zac and his protective nature, reminiscing about old times stirred up too many long-buried emotions. Still, Zac assured her everything would be okay, all she had to do was trust him. And she did. With everything but her heart.
“Zac, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
He smiled, then reached down to help her get off the low futon. She was spooked by the events of the evening and his warm hand just made her feel better. “You’re shaking.”
“It’s been a very long past few days.” She fought the urge to ask him to stay, but she had no right. He was already doing more than he probably should.
“I’ll swing by later, check in on you and the girls. Keep the doors locked.”
“Okay,” she said as a warm tear slid down her face.
He caught it on his fingertip. “Hey, I thought you didn’t cry.”
“I don’t. It’s the hormones. I have too many of them and they’re running amok.”
And then he dipped his head, kissed her cheek.
She stood looking after him, her fingers against the place where his lips had touched. Beneath the layer of fear kindled by Zac’s warnings, another feeling tried to break through.
She pushed it away….
Multiples Mystery
Alice Sharpe
This book is dedicated to mothers everywhere.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Alice Sharpe met her husband-to-be on a cold, foggy beach in Northern California. One year later they were married. Their union has survived the rearing of two children, a handful of earthquakes registering over 6.5, numerous cats and a few special dogs, the latest of which is a yellow Lab named Annie Rose. Alice and her husband now live in a small rural town in Oregon, where she devotes the majority of her time to pursuing her second love, writing.
Alice loves to hear from readers. You can write her at P.O. Box 755, Brownsville, OR 97327. SASE for reply is appreciated.
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Olivia Capri—She’s just given birth to four beautiful baby girls. Life should be brimming with hope, but the husband Olivia married after a whirlwind romance is missing. Where is he?
Zac Bishop—He’s loved Olivia from afar for more years than he can remember. His goal: make her love him back. First he’ll have to do everything he can to keep her alive.
Anthony Capri—A larger-than-life man with a mysterious past. Have his actions set in motion a chain of events that will jeopardize the lives of his wife and babies?
Faith Bishop—Zac’s sister, Olivia’s best friend, the quads’ unofficial nanny. A small woman with a big heart and a vital role to play.
Brad Makko—He’s the brother-in-law Olivia never knew existed. His revelations about his brother are terrifying.
Grant and Hugh Robinson—These aging brothers are furious Anthony Capri duped them and pretty sure Olivia knows all about it. How far will they take revenge?
“The Gamblers”—A misfit trio out to collect what’s owed to them, no matter which innocent gets in the way.
“Twitch”—Is he a harmless hanger-on, a hired gun or a man with a secret agenda?
Juliet, Sandy, Megan and Tabitha Hart—Olivia’s mother and sisters, the women she depends on.
Juliet, Brianna, Jillian and Antoinette Capri—The newborns Olivia and Zac will die to protect.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Chapter One
Olivia Capri gingerly swung her legs over the edge of the hospital bed and sat there a moment, fighting a wave of dizziness. Not bad and to be expected after two months of bed rest. She breathed deeply a few times, taking in the Seattle skyline through her window, preparing herself for the next move, the one onto her feet.
Where was Anthony? Why hadn’t he come? He’d been acting so odd lately, so distant…
She could not lie in that bed another moment. She’d been stuck in it for what seemed forever, a fate she’d suffered with good grace as every moment the babies stayed inside her body where they belonged, the better their chances of survival once they were born. But they were out now, all four of them, declared amazingly healthy considering they were premature, and tucked away in the Special Care Nursery.
She put her weight on her feet and stood slowly. The incision from the C-section made itself known and she winced, but it wasn’t that bad. She could handle it.
A sound at the door thundered in her anxious brain and she steadied herself by grabbing the bed rail. She looked up in time to find Faith crossing the threshold.
“What are you doing?” Faith said.
Olivia’s heart plummeted. She loved Faith like a sister, but hers wasn’t the face Olivia hoped to see.
“I’m going to go find my babies and then I’m going to go find my husband.” Her voice sounded kind of wavery, a surprise. “Unless maybe you’ve heard from him,” she added hopefully.
“Not a peep,” Faith said, closing the space between them in three steps. She gently took Olivia’s arm and said, “Get back in bed, you nut.”
“Faith, I’m warning you—”
“Not even you can go through what you’ve gone through today and stagger on down the hall by yourself. I’ll get the nurse. Just get in bed and wait for a wheelchair.”
“The nurse won’t let me go until the doctor checks me over, and the doctor is in surgery.”
“Get in bed,” Faith said in her stern, brook-no-nonsense voice. She might be a petite woman—five-feet, almost nothing to Olivia’s five-feet-seven—but over a lifetime Olivia had learned when to take her friend seriously. She sat back on the mattress.
“I’m going crazy,” she said, “and my babies are all alone—”
“Hardly. Your mom and two of your sisters are down there driving the nurses wacko. When the two of us show up and Anthony arrives, we’ll outnumber the staff.”
“Don’t even say his name,” Olivia grumbled.
Faith pushed a wavy strand of wheat-colored hair behind her ear and said, “He’ll come. Something must have happened. Traffic, maybe. An accident. A fender bender.”
“A fender bender that killed his cell phone? You know he doesn’t go anywhere without that thing.”
Faith nodded. “I know.”
“He’d better be dead or I’m going to kill him.”
Faith shook her head. “You don’t mean that.”
Olivia did the unthinkable. She burst into tears.
Faith enfolded her in a hug and rocked her. “Sweetie, you’re scared.” She paused for a second before adding, “I talked to Zac today. He’s coming by later, we’ll get him to go look for Anthony.”
“I can’t bother Zac,” Olivia blubbered against Faith’s shoulder. “He’s a big-city cop now. Besides, he hates me.”
“He doesn’t hate you.”
“I told him I was never going to talk to him again.”
“He’s my brother. I tell him that every two weeks.”
“And I don’t cry. You know I don’t cry.”
“I know. Come on, calm down, all these raging hormones are to be expected. Hey, I know something that will cheer you up. I have baby pictures. Want to see? They’re on my cell phone.”
“Of course I want to see,” Olivia said, accepting a wad of tissue from Faith and wiping her eyes. She took a few deep breaths. Faith helped her settle back on the mattress and pull a lightweight blanket over her bare legs.
Olivia sighed. Back in bed where she started.
What she wouldn’t give to gather up her new family and go home to Westerly. How was that for irony? She’d spent twenty-seven years trying to get out of the place and now all she wanted was to get back.
Perching lightly on the edge of the mattress, Faith fiddled with the phone. “Okay, here we go. I took them in order so you’d know who’s who.”
The tiny screen filled with the image of a very pink baby with its eyes squeezed shut. Olivia had named her babies weeks before, deciding on who got which name based solely on birth order. She’d asked Anthony what he thought and he’d agreed that was fine with him.
Had he looked bored with the subject?
No, she couldn’t think like that. It wasn’t fair.
“Jillian,” she whispered, her eyes brimming with new tears.
“She’s the biggest at four pounds, six ounces,” Faith said. “Look, she has your hair.”
“They all have my hair,” Olivia said lovingly.
“Think how family pictures are going to look,” Faith said. “You and the girls with long, black hair, and Anthony with a blond buzz cut.”
Olivia swallowed a lump as she scrolled down to the next photo. Another baby, not quite as pink, face not so scrunched. Olivia was glad to see the little wristbands each child wore—it was a fear of hers that she’d mix her children up, call them by the wrong name…She wondered if she’d ever feel secure enough to take the bracelets off.
“That’s Brianna,” Faith said.
“Three pounds, eight ounces, right?”
“You heard the doctor?”
“Yes.” A wave of frustration surged through her body. “Where’s my buzzer? I want to talk to that nurse—”
“Look at the rest of the pictures first. Then I’ll go find a wheelchair and we’ll break you out of this joint.”
“What would I do without you?” Olivia asked, glancing up at her friend.
“Founder on the rocks of disaster?”
Olivia smiled as she moved on to the next baby. This little doll looked like her sister, Brianna. The truth was, wearing just diapers and little stocking caps, they all looked more or less alike. Time would change that—maybe. No one was sure right now if they were all identical or two sets of twins or triplets and a single—there was no easy way to tell.
“And this is Juliet, named after your mother,” Faith said. “Look at her little nose.”
“They all have little noses and rosebud mouths,” Olivia murmured. They were all exquisite.
“And last but not least, Antoinette,” Faith said.
“Named after her father,” Olivia said, touching the two-inch screen with a fingertip.
They were so impossibly defenseless. They would need time and care to catch up to their full-term peers, time and care to grow strong and robust, and it would be up to her to see they got it.
Where did that thought come from? Anthony would show up. Wouldn’t he?
A jolt of white-hot anger cut through her worry. Anthony should be with the babies right now, watching over them when she couldn’t, caring about what happened to them, instead of leaving it all to Olivia’s family and friends.
