Ghostwalker 07 - Murder Game

Jake asked as the young nurse came down the hallway toward him. "I've just come back from seeing my son and thought I'd peek in on her."
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    Emma's room was the first room closest to the nursery. She was pregnant and theOB
    doctor wanted easy access to her if she began to miscarry after her traumatic ordeal. It was easy enough for Jake to use the excuse that she was so close to his son to look in on her. Emma had been unresponsive to the doctors and nurses, but when he walked in, her blue-green gaze would jump to his face and stay there.

    Chelsey sighed. "She doesn't talk to anyone, Mr. Banna-conni. We're all a little afraid for her. But I heard the baby was doing better. He's breathing on his own now and it's been only three days."

    "Yes, he seems much better, although they tell me he should be gaining more weight."
    Jake paused with his hand on Emma's door. So far no one had ever stopped him from going in. Today he wanted Emma to give the staff her permission to allow him to help her. "I'm going to try to give Emma a reason to live today. You gave me the idea the other day when we talked."

    Chelsey patted his shoulder and this time her smile was flirtatious. "I hope you can find a way to get through to her."

    Jake smiled back, letting his gaze slide over her with a man's interest. Chelsey's breath caught in her throat and she gave him a little wave as she sauntered off, her hips swaying more than usual. Jake pushed open the door to Emma's room and slipped inside.

    As he closed it he heard Chelsey giggle. "He's so hot, Anna. My god, when he smiles I think I'm going to orgasm on the spot."

    He glanced at Emma and knew she heard. He closed the doors on the laughing nurses and crossed to her side.

    Emma held her breath. He was back. She could go far away from the others and not have to face the reality of being completely alone again, not have to think of her beloved Andrew as dead, not have to deal with losing his baby, but then this man would come in and sit down, filling the room, filling her head with the scent and sight of him, compelling her to live again. He forced her back to the surface every time where there was no escape from the terrible grief that overwhelmed her.

    Silently she pleaded for him to go, to just let her be in the half-alive, half-dead state that protected her from feeling. But once his gaze focused on her, it didn't leave.

    "How are you today, Emma?" He always sounded intimate, talking to her as if they were best friends—more than friends, closer. He used the pads of his fingers to stroke back her hair. "Are you feeling any better?"

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    Each time he touched her, no matter how light, she felt as if electricity arced between them, zapping her alive again, so that the fears and the sorrow were closer than ever. And he held her there, gently but firmly, forcing her to look at her empty life while unimaginable grief poured over her, holding her prisoner.

    She didn't answer him. She rarely did, just looked mutely up at him begging him to let her drift back into her safe little cocoon.

    Jake dragged a chair to the side of the bed, spun it around, and straddled it. "I named the baby this morning. I didn't ever think much about the naming process, but I wanted to give him a good name, something that he'd be happy with even as an adult. I found a baby name book in the waiting room."

    She couldn't look away from his face. His tone was soft and low and very intense, but there was something that was a little off. She couldn't tell what it was. His gaze never left her face. He reminded her of a leopard with his golden-green eyes and his unblinking piercing stare, so focused on her there was no where to hide.

    He leaned forward. "He's so little, Emma, I swear I could fit him in the palm of my hand.
    It scares me to think of taking him home when I don't know the first thing about taking care of a baby. Does it scare you? You're going to have a baby. Did they tell you that?
    That the baby is still alive with only you to protect it?"

    Her breath caught in her throat and her hands moved to cover her stomach. Was it true?
    She could feel her heart pound, hear it thundering in her ears. She'd willed herself to die, she wanted to die, and she