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The frown curling her brother’s mouth deepened.“What exactly is he to you, Lana?”
A dozen lies sprang to her lips.She could say Deacon was an undercover cop.A kidnapper who’d defected.A friend.A total stranger.
She took a breath, opened her mouth and what came out was, “He’s the father of my baby.”
* * *
The waiting room of Helena General Hospital was packed to the gills with Kelleys.Lana couldn’t remember the last time her entire family was gathered in one small space like this.Cole, Dylan, Jim.Her mom, Uncle Donald, his wife Bonnie Gene.Along with the family, several others occupied the uncomfortable plastic chairs.Cindy and Bethany, the twins’ respective loves.Hank’s bodyguard, Gage, and his girlfriend, Kate.Even Lana’s best friend, Caitlin, had come to the hospital, despite the fact that she’d apparently gone through an ordeal of her own just recently.
Lana only managed a brief smile in Caitlin’s direction.She would speak her to later, after the adrenaline pulsing in her blood dissipated.After she was able to take a breath without her entire chest squeezing with pain and regret.Deacon had been arrested.No matter how up in the air things were between them, she felt that she’d failed him.She’d promised she would make sure he escaped punishment, and instead, she’d stood by and watched him being driven away in handcuffs.
It didn’t help that her brothers kept shooting cloudy and suspicious looks in her direction.Her confession to Jim had been passed along to everyone in the waiting room bynow, and more than once she’d noticed her uncle Donald glancing at her tummy.None of them approved of, or even understood, this pregnancy, and the disappointment emanating from the mob of bodies in the room had been so unbearable she’d had to leave.
Now she sat in a smaller waiting room near the nurses’ station, which she’d discovered after pretending she needed to use the restroom.It was nice to be alone.Her father was still in surgery, would probably be there for several more hours, and the last thing she wanted to do was face her family’s questions and displeased faces.
“There you are.”
Lana lifted her head as her mother entered the room.With her long blond hair, porcelain skin and eyes the same shade of blue as Lana’s, Sarah looked more like her older sister than her mother.Only the faint wrinkles around her eyes and mouth revealed her age.
Suppressing a sigh, Lana watched her mom approach, searching the familiar face for any hint of reproach or accusation.But her mother’s expression radiated softness and warmth and deep compassion.
“May I join you?”Sarah asked quietly.
Lana managed a nod.
The second Sarah settled into the chair next to hers, she wrapped a protective arm around Lana’s shoulder and pulled her close.“I’m so happy you’re safe, honey.I was going out of my mind the past couple months.”
Lana looked over to see tears glistening in her mother’s eyes.She immediately took her hand and clasped it tightly.“I’m all right, Mom.They didn’t hurt me.”
Sarah’s gaze dropped to Lana’s belly.
“It wasn’t like that,” she said quickly.“It happened before I was taken.”
“Jim said that you told him he saved you…the father of your baby.”
She nodded.“Deacon helped me escape.He was bringing me back to Maple Cove when Le Clair and his men found us.”
“Then I owe him a great debt.He brought my baby home to me.”
Tears prickled behind Lana’s eyelids.“The FBI arrested him.I didn’t have time to clear everything up.It all happened so fast, and then…he was gone.”
Sarah rubbed her shoulders in a familiar maternal gesture.“Tell me about him.This Deacon.”
God, where did she even start?She could see the questions swimming in her mother’s eyes, but she had no idea how to answer them.
Sensing Lana’s dismay, Sarah chuckled.“How about we start with an easy one?”She paused.“Do you love him?”
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Lana burst out laughing.“You call that easy?”Leave it to her mother to ask the one thing she’d been agonizing over for weeks now.
“Well, do you?”Sarah prodded gently.
She bit her lip, letting the question settle.“Yes,” she confessed.“But he doesn’t love me.”
Before she could stop it, a stream of words rushed out of her mouth.She told her mother everything.The night at the Louvre.The men on the train.The horrifying discovery that Deacon was involved in her abduction.Their time on the run.His final declaration to her.
When she finished, her heart was beating wildly, and her palms went damp as she voiced one last thought.“We don’t have a future, Mom.”
