Five Alarm Lust (21 page)

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Huddled on the bed, Gillian waited for Jack to leave. Mike’s threat rang in her head, again and again, his words grating over her exposed and raw self-confidence. How had Mike come to know about Jack? Who would … with a sickening clarity she knew. Swallowing, she raked a hand through her hair and cursed.

“I can’t do it,” Gillian whispered to the empty room. The idea of Jack being hurt worse than anything she’d ever felt. Mike’s and Barbara’s betrayals were so minor compared to the panic ripping through her at the thought of Jack being hurt or killed. She couldn’t, no wouldn’t, let them hurt him. Hurt someone whose only offence was to care about her, to want her. “God, how did I let myself fall so hard? I can’t let him get hurt. I just can’t.”

Memories surfaced, dancing across her mind in vivid colors. Every kiss, every touch. The pleasure they’d shared in the bedroom. His hands running over her body, tweaking, building the fire within her blood until she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. It would have to be all she took. All she held. The darkness of her past would kill it if she stayed close.

“I love him, but I can’t. The more I love him, the more he’s going to get hurt. Why? I love him so much. How can I protect him if he’s next to me? Loving him, no, no.” Gillian rocked back and forth, her heart breaking into pieces. “I can’t love him if it means Mike will hurt him. I won’t.”

The purr of Jack’s truck faded as Gillian sat in silence, tears streaking down her face. She rose to her feet, shuffled across the room, and moved the curtain aside to stare out. Pain licked at her heart as she took a shuddery breath. There was no doubt Mike would hurt Jack. He was a cold, brutal monster and he’d do whatever he wanted to. It was for the best. Better to hurt him a little now than have him killed. Dropping the curtain back, she rubbed her sweaty hands down her thighs and grabbed for the phone.

After calling a cab, she hovered by the window. Spotting the blue and white car, Gillian grabbed her bags and stuck them outside. Without a word, she loaded the car and crawled into the back seat.

“Where to?”

“Seven fifty-four Bridge Street.” Gillian swallowed the rising panic. The small cabin she’d found was out of the way, hidden between two taller, more modern buildings. It was a place her mother would never find her, one where she would be safe until she figured out how to keep Jack safe.

Tears burned her eyes as she dug out her phone. Her thumb traced over the keypad before she tucked it back into her coat pocket and leaned back. Jack would be hurt, but it was better to wound his pride than take his life.

She paid the cabbie when he parked, carried her luggage up the stone pathway, and opened the door with a tearful sigh. She closed the door and leaned back against it as fresh tears began to fall.

Curled on the floor, she sobbed, her heart shattering, the sound echoing in her ears as the shadows spread across the ground.

* * * *

Jack rubbed at his temples, frustrated as he listened to Gillian’s cell ring endlessly. Beyond his office door, he could hear Lenny and Barbara arguing, the angry note only drawing a sad shake of his head.

“Come on, Gilli, answer the phone.” His plea filled the silence of the room for a moment before fading into nothing. The pain in his chest grew as he hung up the phone. Tossing it onto his desk, he leaned back, wiping a hand down his face. Movement in the doorway drew his attention and he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Something you wanted?”

“I warned you, didn’t I?”

“Gloat somewhere else. She’s scared, but not of me.” Jack rose to his feet. “I’m busy.”

“Sure, cleaning out your office.”

Jack shrugged and opened a drawer. A week without Gillian had left him more than a little short tempered. He’d stopped by her office, but she was always one step ahead of him. She’d started working from home, coming in only when she needed to. Even at the university she was conspicuously absent.

Aware of Barbara hovering in the door, he rifled through files, pulling out the open cases he’d been working on and stacking them on the desk.

Five minutes later he eyed Barbara. “Are you still here? Don’t you have somewhere else to be? I suggest you find somewhere else to go.”

He tensed at the blaring roar of the alarm, slammed the drawer shut, and locked it before rising. Grabbing supplies as he went, coat in hand, he headed for the apparatus bay. He stormed by Barbara and raced down the hallway.

“What is it?” he called, sliding across the cement floor toward the door leading out to the trucks.

“Car accident.” Brad panted as he ran by. “Single car rollover on North Dinosaur Trail.”

Jack stumbled and his heart froze. He glanced at the clock, terror ripping into his heart. Gillian could be on her way to work by now. Where on the Dinosaur Trail had the car gone off exactly? “Where?”

“Out past the Fun Land Amusement Park.” Lenny glanced uneasily at Jack. “They’re requesting extraction, ambulance and police are en route. Passerby saw the taillights, called it in.”

Jack nodded, climbing into the cab of the fire truck and slamming the door. The EMS truck pulled out, sirens blaring, leading the way. Falling back on his training, he went through the charts and game plan as they raced to the scene. Jack rounded the bend and felt his heart drop. He recognized the familiar box shape of a red and white ambulance, lights flashing. Beside it, several cruisers were parked, blocking the road. Men and women in various uniforms hurried about.

Glancing off the road, Jack gulped in shock. A familiar car lay on its roof in the brush. Broken glass spread across the road and into the underbrush. One tire spun lazily in the morning light. The rear lights glowed red, the bumper twisted into a pretzel. He clambered down from the truck and he slapped his helmet on, heart in his throat.
What the hell is she doing in her own car?

Jack muttered a prayer and began pulling open doors, grabbing the equipment needed. He grunted and jerked out the Jaws of Life, already heading for the ditch. “Single female occupant. Unresponsive, she is still breathing…” The cop’s voice faded into nothing as Jack shouldered past him.

“Hey, Jack.” Lenny grabbed his arm. “Why don’t you sit this one out?”

“No, I need…” Jack tugged himself loose. Ignoring Lenny’s irritated expression, Jack muscled his way next to the other two men. “What’s needed done?” Jack demanded as a paramedic slipped into the back seat.

Hands grabbed him, pulling him back. Jack stood still, his heart pounding in his ears as the hydraulics fired to life. Metal crunched and groaned as the Jaws of Life split the metal body apart, peeling it away like a can lid. Hands knotted into fists, he watched as Gillian’s body was pulled from the car, a neck brace keeping her steady until they had her on a backboard. Blood streaked her forehead and a gash on her nose oozed. Her face was deathly pale, her shirt covered in blood and broken glass.

“We’re taking her to the Health Center,” a voice hollered in his ear. “You can—”

“I’m coming with you,” Jack ground out and hurried after the stretcher. He flinched at the slam of the back door, his eyes on Gillian’s prone form.
Please, please, I can’t lose her. Not when she doesn’t know. Please, God, please, let her be all right.

Chapter 22

His helmet dangled from between his fingers as he sat hunched over on the hard plastic chair. He could hear the indistinct sound of voices over the PA system, the squeak of shoes on the floor. The air was thick and heavy with the scent of disinfectant. Shifting, he dropped his head, one hand going up to rake through his hair.

“How you holding up?”

Jack glanced up into the concerned gaze of Sally. He offered a half-hearted shrug. “They’re treating her now.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Sally nudged him. “She’s a nice lady. The doctors are going to do everything they can, you know that. There isn’t anything different about this MVA than any other you’ve attended.”

“Yes there is. Doesn’t make it easier. I don’t know why this is happening. Why I couldn’t have some sort of peace.” Jack huffed. “I should be in with her. They wouldn’t let me stay with her. What if—”

“Now, none of that. You know as well as I do, they’re not going to let you stay with her. You’ve been to enough rescues to know that without having to be told.” Sally grabbed his hand. “No sense in borrowing trouble. Gillian’s stronger than you think. She’d have to be to put up with your sexy ass. Why don’t you go grab some coffee?”

“Don’t want it.” Jack tensed at the click of heels on the floor, his gaze sweeping up the hall. Spitting out a curse, he rose to stalk to the nurses’ station. He leaned against the wall and glared at Barbara and Lenny as they approached, his grip tightening on his helmet.

“I’m gonna go grab a cup of joe.” Sally smiled sadly at him. “Don’t get into a fight with them or they’ll toss you out.”

“I’ll be a good boy,” Jack agreed as Sally hurried away.

“I’m Barbara Krutz, Gillian’s mother. How is she?”

“In surgery at the moment. We won’t know any more until the doctor comes out.” The nurse glanced from Barbara to Jack, a slight frown on her face. “Please have a seat and we’ll inform you of any changes as soon as we can.”

Barbara sniffed into a hanky, turning under Lenny’s guiding hand. Jack watched her for a moment before turning away, his stomach twisting in disgust. Her soft sobs grated along his temper. He couldn’t bring himself to believe for a moment her grief was real. Barbara had never shown anything but disdain for Gilli.

“She’s going to be fine, hon.” Lenny’s low-pitched voice drifted to Jack.

Rolling his eyes, he turned and caught sight of the surgeon. He straightened and hurried to intercept him. “Well?”

“Mister Payle.” The surgeon pulled his mask off. “Miss Hilliard is stable, but she’s not out of the woods. I would suggest you go home and get some rest.”

“How bad are her injuries?” Barbara hurried forward, her hand wrapped around Lenny’s.

“She suffered several contusions to the face and head, a major concussion, broken ribs, dislocated shoulder, as well as a few minor cuts and bruises. We won’t know more until she wakes up. She’s in a stable but critical condition. I strongly suggest you all go home, get some rest, and come back tomorrow.”

“She was bleeding around the mouth when she was extracted. Was there any damage to the lungs?” Jack demanded.

“No, thankfully. Miss Hilliard was lucky. The bleeding was caused from the shattered nasal cavity. She was pinned in just the right position so it drained out rather than seeping into the lungs.”

“My poor Gillian,” Barbara cried, pressing into Lenny’s chest. “I hope she’s going to be okay.”

“Come on, we’ll head home and get a couple of hours rest,” Lenny promised.

Jack raised a brow at him and turned away. Pacing the corridor, he raked a hand through his hair, fear and uncertainty tangling through his mind. He couldn’t seem to shake the dark fear he would lose her, lose everything.

The unreasonable fear didn’t seem so irrational the longer he thought. If he lost Gillian, he’d lose his heart. She wasn’t the kinda girl one played with. She’d given him something beyond a few nights of wild sex. He’d laughed with her, talked, spent time. In her he’d found the other half of himself. They’d grown into each other, into what they could have, and he wasn’t willing to give the future up just yet.

“Mister Payle, I know the doctor said go home, but something tells me you’re not going to listen. They’ve got her settled.” The nurse laid a hand on his arm. “She’s in room two thirty-eight. You can go up.”

“Thank you, I know the doctor said—”

“You know as well as I do you’re not likely to go home. You must love her a lot.”

“Yes, yes I do,” Jack agreed, the truth settling against him like a warm blanket. With a smile at the nurse, he turned to hurry along the corridor, cursing the slow drag of the elevator as it carried him up two floors.

* * * *

The incessant beeping of the heart monitor proved a welcome annoyance as Jack settled next to Gillian’s bed. He reached up to take her hand, careful of the I.V. lying beneath her skin. Her face was a mass of bruises and stitches beneath bandages soaked with blood. He could see the staples along her hair line and wondered if she’d had her visor down. Too many times he’d seen what happened with them partially down. Dabbing at a spot of dried blood, he choked back a sob.

“Please be okay. Please.” He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and sat back. He barely moved when a nurse came in to take her vitals, only getting out of the way when another came in to inject meds into the drip hanging above Gillian’s bed. Clinging to her hand, he yawned, unwilling to rest just yet. Absently, his thumb traced over her knuckles, his mind pulsing with the faint echo of her heart beat.

“Please, come back to me. Please, Gilli.” His pleas seemed loud in the stillness. He rested his head on the edge of her bed and watched the thin green line peak rhythmically.

* * * *

Shoving the security door open, Constable Rick Feller moved along the corridor to his office. He dropped his jacket over the back of a chair and sat before reaching for the phone.

“Constable Harris.”

“Hey, did you make contact with the informant on the Hilliard case?”

“Made contact via phone only; didn’t show at the appointed time. It was definitely a woman on the other end. Gave me a post office box where she claimed half the funds were. She quibbled on the rate, didn’t want to pay the extra. I’m supposed to meet with her this evening to get the remainder of the payment.”

“I’m emailing you a couple of photos. Print them off as proof of the job. Miss Hilliard was in an accident this morning. She may not make it.”

“Damn. You don’t think she hired someone else?”

“We won’t know until after the results of the investigation come back. Early indications are it was a simple car accident. She swerved to avoid hitting something in the road. Do what you have to.”

“Sure.”

Rick hung up the phone and turned to stare out the window. Seeing Jack at the accident scene had been hard. He’d never seen his friend so devastated, so out of control. He’d known him long enough to know he didn’t show emotion easily, not at work. The pain in his friend’s gaze haunted him as he stared out into the gathering dusk. Damn, some days he hated his job.