Page 60 of The Baby Twist
“No. But if I continue, I’m afraid I’ll say something I’ll regret.”
“I don’t think it’s possible for you to regret anything you say or do,” she said as she got up from her chair.
“That’s where you’re wrong. There is something I regret.”
Our eyes stayed locked on each other for what seemed like an eternity.
“Point taken, Mr. Thorne.”
She left my office, and I slammed my fist down on my desk.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Jenna
I walked out of his office, and Laurel gave me a sympathetic look.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Thanks, but don’t be. You know how he is.”
Tears filled my eyes as I headed to my office. Grabbing my purse and some personal things I had on my desk, I left the building. Once I made it around the corner, I placed my hands on the side of a building, leaned over, and tried to catch my breath as the tears steadily streamed down my face. When I stood up, a severe form of dizziness engulfed me. Everything became blurry and then went dark.
I slowly opened my eyes and could feel the hard cement under me.
“What—”
“Don’t move, miss. An ambulance is on its way,” a younger man said as he held something against my forehead.
“What happened?”
“I think you fainted.”
“What are you doing?”
I could hear the ambulance in the background.
“You have a pretty bad cut on your forehead. When I called 9-1-1, they told me to keep pressure on it.”
The ambulance pulled up, and two paramedics were quickly by my side.
“How many weeks pregnant are you?” one of the paramedics asked.
“Almost twenty-six weeks.”
“Her blood pressure is really low. We need to get her on fluids immediately,” the other paramedic said.
“You have one nasty cut there.” The paramedic named Henry smiled as he carefully touched my forehead.
Damn, he was cute.
“Is there anyone I can call for you?” The nice man who was with me when I woke up asked. “Your husband, perhaps?”
“No. I don’t have a husband or a boyfriend. There’s no one to call.”
“OH MY GOD, Jenna!” Lindsey exclaimed.
“Ma’am, you need to step back, please,” Henry told her.
