Semua Bab Crossing The Blue Line: His Forbidden Puck Bunny: Bab 101 - Bab 110

CHAPTER NINETY-TWOJAX'S POVI read Mara's text, and I was already moving.I didn't call her back. I didn't text. I put the phone in the glove box, shut the lid, and drove with both hands tight on the wheel. Maple and Fifth was twenty minutes from the rink. I made it in twelve.The school was a low brick building with a fenced playground and a hand-painted sign above the door. Little Oaks Learning Center. Parents were still collecting children. I parked across the street and ran.A young woman in a cardigan stood at the gate with a clipboard. Her name tag said Ms. Park. She looked at me, then at my face, and her smile went uncertain."Can I help you?""I'm Elias Ford's father.""Oh." She checked her clipboard. "Mr. Ford. Yes. Mara said you might come.""Where is she?""Out back with Elias. She's very upset." She hesitated. "We called her about an hour ago. I hope that's all right.""What happened?""A man came at pickup. He stood by the fence and asked for Elias by name.""What did he

CHAPTER NINETY-FOURRILEY'S POV"Riley, sweetheart, I need you to sit up. Your scan is at ten."Tasha had already parked a wheelchair next to my bed. I had not agreed to a wheelchair. But the Riley in Dr. Whitfield's chart doesn't argue. She stares. So I stared at the chair, then at Tasha, then at the wall behind her."Scan for what?" I asked."The baby. Dr. Mitchell wanted a second trimester scan after the bleeding scare. We talked about it yesterday."We had not talked about it yesterday. She had said it once in the hallway and I had nodded. When you play lost, you agree to everything one second late."Okay," I said slowly.She helped me into the chair and tucked the blue blanket over my legs. Logan's blanket. She had no idea what it meant, and that was the point.At the first door she swiped her badge and typed the code. Four beeps. At the second door, four beeps again, same order. I looked up at the camera over the frame so anyone watching would see a confused girl staring at a cam

CHAPTER NINETY-SIXLOGAN'S POVBishop gave directions one turn at a time. "Left." "Right at the light." "Stay in this lane." He said nothing else, and the gun never moved from my ribs.I kept my hands at ten and two and counted the turns. Eleven so far. We were heading toward the river."Where are we going?" I asked."You'll know when we get there.""Is Gabriel there?""Eyes on the road, Kane.""You're going to shoot me in my own truck?""If I wanted to shoot you, I'd have done it in the garage. Drive."Riley's rule was still in my head. Wait for them to say the word twins. Don't say it first.They had said it. Gabriel knew before I did, and Whitfield only told me this afternoon. Someone in St. Anne's had picked up a phone before the ink on that printout was dry. And I could not tell Riley or Jax about this ride. I knew that before anyone said it."Right," Bishop said.I turned into the shipping yard at Pier 9. Same gravel, same orange light over the fence. Last week I ran in here hol

CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHTJAX'S POVThe two men in medical jackets did not touch me. They did not have to. One stood on each side of the doorway with his arms crossed, and every time I shifted my weight, they shifted theirs.I listened to the gurney wheels go down the hall. The first door beeped. The second door beeped. Then nothing.Tasha appeared in the corridor with her hand over her mouth. "Mr. Harlan, I'm so sorry. Where did they take her?""I don't know yet.""You can go now, sir," the taller one said."Now?""The ambulance has left the bay."They stepped aside. I stood there with my hands open at my sides, because if I closed them I would hit somebody, and Riley had told me to find Carol first.Dr. Whitfield was holding the folder with both hands. His face was gray."Mr. Harlan, I want you to know I did not sign this willingly.""I know.""The form lists the receiving facility. Eastbridge Wo

CHAPTER ONE HUNDREDRILEY'S POVBrandt had talked all the way down the corridor. I had listened to every word."Is Dr. Morrow new?" I had asked in the lost voice."Oh, no. She's been with the clinic from the beginning.""The beginning of what?""Of the clinic, dear."Now the cold was the first thing. Then the lamp, and the smell of lilies so thick it coated my tongue.The room was small and spotless. A steel table, a screen on a stand, a counter along the far wall with a white cooler on it. A woman stood at the counter with her back to the door, laying out instruments in a row. She wore lavender gloves and a surgical cap, and she was humming.Three notes. Then the same three notes.My hands went cold on the blue blanket. I did not move them."Dr. Morrow," Brandt said, "this is Miss Kane."The woman turned. She was about fifty-five, with gray eyes above her mask and a face that had never needed to rai