Page 97 of Just One Kiss

"Why not?"

"I don't know, but she can't."

"All right, Jake, take it easy. I know where the cabin is. I'll arrange for the ambulance."

"You can't mention Kelly's name or Hannah's, for that matter. And, again, I don't know why. It just seems to be very important."

"I'll take care of it, Jake."

"Thank you." While his dad was doing that, he punched in Adam's number, as he headed toward the office door. Thankfully, Adam answered.

"Kelly is back at Hannah's cabin," he told Adam, as he jogged toward the elevator. "She's in labor and in trouble. Hannah is with her. She said that Kelly is being stalked by a cop."

Adam swore. "Who is it?"

"His name is Tom Washburn. Kelly seems to think this cop can track anything broadcast through the police or 911. My father is sending an ambulance from the hospital. I'm on my way. What about you? Can you meet us?"

"Yes, but I'm in Black Falls, Jake. I'm probably an hour away. I'll call Brodie and get him up there as soon as possible."

"Great. I'll be there in thirty minutes, twenty if I can," he promised.

"Be careful, Jake."

"I'm not worried about myself." As he ended his call, he was shocked to see his dad keeping pace with him. "I thought you were getting the ambulance."

"Both our ambulances are out on calls. Judy is contacting the fire department. She will make no mention of Kelly or Hannah's names. I don't know what's going on, but it sounds bad."

"Kelly has a stalker who's a cop. He killed her boyfriend. Now she's in labor, and Hannah said there are complications." He flipped open the locks on his truck. "I'll talk to you later."

"I'm coming with you," his dad said forcefully. "And I'm bringing my medical bag. Hannah and Kelly might need my help, especially if we can't get an ambulance out there fast."

He didn't argue. As much as he hated to admit he needed his dad for anything, he might need his medical expertise. He jumped in behind the wheel, as his dad got into the passenger seat, and he tore out of the parking lot.

His father didn't have much to say as he sped down the slick highway, occasionally bracing himself with one hand on the side of the door.

When he skidded a few feet around one curve, his father finally said, "Jake, we need to get there. Slow down."

"I know you're right, but I'm worried." He slowed the truck down as gusty winds sprayed blinding snow across the windshield. His wipers were working fast, but they couldn't keep up. The storm had arrived.

"Tell me what's going on," his father said.

"Hannah is trying to deliver Kelly's baby and there's a killer stalking Kelly, which means Hannah is now in the line of fire." He picked up his phone and punched in Hannah's number. He had to know what was going on, but he had no reception now. "Dammit," he swore. "Phone isn't working."

"We'll be there soon," his father said.

"I hope it's soon enough." A bad feeling was churning his gut.Hannah had to be all right. She had to be. He could finally tell her the truth. He could finally be completely honest with her.

"Hannah is a survivor," his father reminded him. "She'll fight to the end."

"That's what she told me about her sister."

"It's true for Kelly, too."

"I just wish…"

"That you'd told her the truth all those years ago?"

He glanced at his dad. "I wish I hadn't cheated on her. God, it took me until just this second to realize that the mistake was mine. I've been blaming it on you for twelve years."

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