Pregnesia
Carla Cassidy
Cover
Title Page
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Copyright
Lucas Washington stared at the darkened house across the way from where he stood on a quiet residential Kansas City street. Although everything was silent and it appeared the occupants of the house were sleeping, Lucas knew this was the most dangerous time in the job he had to do.
He was about to repossess the two-year-old Buick in the driveway, and he didn’t know if there might be a crazy man with a rifle in one of those darkened windows ready to protest the repossession.
Lucas didn’t believe in favors, giving them or getting them. Still, it was repaying a favor that had him standing on the street on a cold November night at two in the morning. Repossessions were usually done in the middle of the night when hopefully the deadbeat was sleeping and there was less of a chance of a confrontation.
As the third partner of Recovery Inc., it wasn’t unusual for Lucas to be repossessing some kind of vehicle. But the business dealt in big-ticket items, speedboats and airplanes and such, and they often ventured into dangerous territories to get back whatever was necessary.
A two-year-old Buick wasn’t their usual kind of job, but when Bob of Big Bob’s Used Car Sales had called and asked Lucas to repossess the car, Lucas had reluctantly agreed.
Big Bob had given Lucas’s sister a heck of a deal on her car and had overlooked the fact that Loretta’s credit wasn’t exactly stellar.
Besides, business had been slow lately and Lucas had been out of sorts. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that in the last four months his partners had both found love and suddenly had a life that didn’t include him.
He scowled and pulled his collar up against the cold night air, then reached into his pocket and grabbed the key that Bob had provided him. All he wanted to do was get this car to Big Bob’s, then go back home to his apartment.
According to Bob, who had financed the deal, the man who’d driven it off the lot hadn’t made a single payment in four months. Bob’s phone calls to try to work something out had gone unreturned, and so he’d called Lucas.
“No pay, no play.” Lucas muttered. He hoped there wouldn’t be any drama, that Mr. Deadbeat would wake up in the morning and wonder what in the hell had happened to his ride.
He approached cautiously, checking the windows of the house a final time then heading across the street. He crouched behind the back fender and listened, but heard nothing to cause him alarm.
Pulling the key from his pocket, he edged around to the driver’s side and tried the handle. It was unlocked. Sweet. Mr. Deadbeat had made it remarkably easy.
He opened the door, slid into the seat and breathed a sigh of relief. He put the key into the ignition, cranked the engine and yelped as a hand fell on his shoulder.
He whirled around, expecting Mr. Deadbeat with a gun. Instead he found himself staring into the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Female eyes. They belonged to a blonde who looked as if she’d just gotten the hell beat out of her.
A nasty gash decorated one side of her forehead. It had bled down her face and onto her white blouse.
“Please, if you’re stealing the car, just let me out now.” Her voice was thin and reedy and her face was pasty white.
“I’m not stealing the car, I’m repossessing it. What are you doing back there?” As he asked the question he backed out of the driveway.
He wasn’t about to sit and talk with a bloody woman in the backseat with the engine idling when Mr. Deadbeat might come outside.
He pulled out onto the street and headed in the direction of Big Bob’s. He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw her slumped in the corner, a perplexed frown on her pretty face.
“What are you doing in the car? Is it yours?” he asked. What in the heck was going on? “What happened to your head? Did somebody beat you up?” The questions snapped out of him. He didn’t like surprises, and a banged-up woman in the back of the car was definitely a surprise.
He also didn’t like the fact that she wasn’t talking, wasn’t offering any explanation for her presence. He frowned and shot her another glance in the rearview mirror. Maybe she was seriously hurt.
“Do you need to go to a hospital?” he asked more gently.
“No!” The word shot out of her like the report of a gun. “No, please.” Her eyes were shiny with tears. “Just drop me off someplace. I’ll be fine.”
A domestic issue? he wondered. Maybe she was afraid that if she went to the hospital, whoever hurt her would find her. He tightened his hands on the steering wheel. There was nothing he despised more than a guy who abused women.
“Look, if your husband or boyfriend hurt you, then you really should go to the police.”
“Please, no police, no hospital. Wherever you’re going I’ll just get out there and everything will be fine.”
“What’s your name?”
His question was met with silence and once again he looked at her in the rearview mirror. She met his gaze, then quickly looked out the side window. “My name isn’t important,” she finally said.
“Is this your car? Your husband’s car?”
“No, I don’t know who it belongs to. It was the only one on the block that wasn’t locked and I was cold. I was just going to sit in it for a little while and try to warm up before leaving.”
Something definitely wasn’t ringing true. She wasn’t telling him her name or what had happened to her. He’d get the car to Big Bob’s, then figure out what he was going to do with the young woman.
What he’d like to do was drive her straight to a police station or to a hospital, but he’d heard the absolute panic in her voice when he’d mentioned either option.
His quick, easy favor for Bob was turning into something much more complex, and that was the last thing Lucas wanted or needed.
He breathed a sigh of relief as the car lot came into view. He told himself that he wasn’t a part of whatever drama the woman in the backseat had going on and yet there was no way he could just dump her at Big Bob’s.
She was obviously in some sort of trouble. He needed to get a closer look at the gash on her forehead to see if she needed medical attention.
He turned into the lot and pulled through a gate that led to a secured area. He’d park the car, drop the keys into a lockbox, then close a gate that would make it impossible for Mr. Deadbeat to retrieve the vehicle using the key he still had in his possession.
He glanced to the backseat where the woman lay, her eyes closed and looking as pale as the winter moon. He pulled through the gate, parked the car and cut the engine. Only then did she open her eyes and stare out the window as if terrified of what might happen next.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said softly. “I need to leave this car here, but mine’s parked close by and I’ll be glad to take you wherever you need to go.”
He opened his car door and got out, then opened the back door. She stepped out of the backseat with obvious reluctance, and as she did, he gasped in stunned surprise.
She was pregnant.
Very pregnant.
The idea that somebody had beat up a pregnant woman caused a wealth of unexpected protectiveness to surge up inside him.
She was only about five-two, dwarfed by Lucas’s six feet. And when she looked up at him, her blue eyes were once again filled with the threat of tears.
“Maybe you could drop me at a motel? And maybe I could borrow enough money to pay for the night? I promise I’ll pay you back. If you’ll give me your name and address I swear you’ll get every penny back.” Her voice held a ring of desperation and promise.
“I can’t do that,” he said. “You’re obviously in trouble. Tell me what’s happened. Tell me your name.”
Her lower lip began to tremble and her eyes filled with tears. “I can’t.” The two words were a mere whisper.
She drew a deep, tremulous breath and leaned back against the Buick. “I can’t tell you because I don’t know.” She raised a hand to her forehead and winced. “I don’t know who I am.”
Lucas narrowed his eyes and stared at her, wondering if she was for real. She could be lying through her straight, white teeth.
She shivered and he knew he had to make up his mind quickly. She was coatless and pregnant, and somebody needed to clean that wound on her head. He’d do what he could to help her tonight, but in the morning she’d have to be on her way.
She might not be telling him the truth about having amnesia, but there was no way he could just abandon her in her present condition.
“Look, my apartment isn’t far from here and my sister lives down the hall from me. She’s a nurse. You need somebody to look at that cut on your forehead. Why don’t I take you there and we’ll figure out what to do with you after that?”
She eyed him warily and placed her hands on her protruding belly. “I don’t know you,” she finally said.
“My name is Lucas. Lucas Washington.” He raked a hand through his long, shaggy hair. “I don’t know about you, but I’m freezing and just want to get home. You’re obviously in trouble, and if what you told me is true, then you need to trust somebody. It might as well be me.”
“You’ll take me to your sister’s?” she asked. Lucas nodded. “And she’s a nurse?”
“That’s right.”
“Okay,” she agreed, although there was still more than a little wariness in her voice.
As Lucas walked to his car with her following just behind him he told himself he’d see her safely through what was left of this night, but tomorrow she had to go. He wasn’t about to get any more involved in whatever drama she had going on in her life.
COULD SHE TRUST HIM? She didn’t know. He seemed all right even if he did look like what she’d assume a car thief might look like. At least he wasn’t a car thief. She just wasn’t sure what else he might be.
As she got into the passenger side of his sports car, she shot him a surreptitious glance. His black hair hung nearly to his shoulders and framed a face that was lean and slightly dangerous looking. The black leather jacket he wore stretched across broad shoulders and his dark jeans hugged slender hips and long legs.
On some level she found him intensely attractive, but could she trust him? Her head pounded with nauseating intensity. But the pain couldn’t touch the frantic terror that clawed inside her.
Why didn’t she know her name? How had she gotten hurt? Why couldn’t she remember anything? She was pregnant and she didn’t even know if she was married or not. She wasn’t wearing a ring, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything.
“You all right?” Lucas asked as he turned into the parking lot of an apartment complex.
At least he hadn’t driven her to some field where nobody would hear her scream. “I guess,” she replied. “To be honest, I’m terrified.”
He pulled into a parking space, then turned to look at her, his eyes dark and enigmatic. “You don’t have to be terrified of me. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“I think that might be what all serial killers say just before they murder somebody,” she replied.
A rumble of deep laughter escaped him as he turned off the engine. “I guess I never thought about that before.”
He got out of the car and she did the same, comforted by the fact that if he did try to hurt her and she screamed, surely somebody in one of the apartments would hear her.
She had to trust somebody. She had no money, no identification and a headache that threatened to topple her to her knees. The night was cold, and she was beyond exhaustion. Even if she didn’t care about herself, she cared about the baby she carried.
Surely after she slept she’d remember who she was and what had happened to her. All she needed was a couple of hours of rest and everything would become clear again.
She followed him into the building and down a long hallway. Not a sound came from any of the doors they passed. It was almost three in the morning and the building held the silence of a tomb.
“This is my place,” he said softly as they passed apartment 104. “My sister’s place is at the end of the hall.”
When they reached the apartment numbered 108, Lucas knocked softly on the door. There was no reply and he rapped harder.
“I feel terrible,” she whispered. “It’s the middle of the night and you’re waking her up.”
“Loretta won’t mind,” he replied, and knocked once again.
The door cracked open and a pair of sleepy dark eyes that looked remarkably like Lucas’s peered out. “Lucas, what are you doing here at this hour of the night?” The door closed again and there was the sound of a chain being removed and then the door opened all the way.
Loretta Washington was as petite as her brother was broad. She had the same rich, black hair and dark eyes, and those eyes widened as they saw her. She opened the door wide enough to allow them entry and then belted her short blue robe more tightly around her waist.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
“Jane here has a problem,” Lucas said.
Jane? As in Jane Doe. She supposed for now the name would serve her as well as any. “I’m sorry to bother you in the middle of the night,” she said.
“Nonsense, come into the kitchen where I can get a look at that head wound.” Loretta had a calm efficiency about her that put Jane somewhat at ease.
She allowed herself to be led through a tidy living room and into a small kitchen with a round wooden table. “Sit,” Loretta instructed, pointing to one of the chairs at the table.
Jane complied and fought an overwhelming desire to weep with relief. She sensed safety here, at least for the moment. Lucas sat in the chair across from her and eyed her with the same wariness that she’d used on him. Looking into his dark eyes, that sense of safety was more tenuous.
“What happened?” Loretta asked as she got a first-aid kit from under her kitchen sink.
“She doesn’t know,” Lucas said, but his tone indicated that he didn’t quite believe her.
“I wasn’t talking to you,” Loretta exclaimed. She got a damp cloth and began to wipe the side of Jane’s face. Jane closed her eyes against the gentle touch. “What happened, honey?”
“I don’t know.” She winced as Loretta began to clean the cut. “All I remember is running and running. Then I was tired and cold, so I crawled into the car where your brother found me.”
“She says she has some kind of amnesia or something. She doesn’t know her name,” Lucas said, and once again his voice was laced with a touch of suspicious disbelief. “For the time being I’m calling her Jane.”
Jane met his gaze. Those dark eyes of his seemed to look inside her soul, but there was nothing there for him to see.
“You don’t know your name?” Loretta asked gently. “Do you know what day it is?”
“November second or third.” Jane knew she must be right because Loretta nodded with encouragement. Loretta asked her several more questions, about the year and who was the president.
“I know all that,” Jane said. “I just don’t know who I am and what’s happened to me.” Again fear bubbled up inside her and she fought against it, refusing to show either of them just how terrified she really was.
As Loretta checked Jane’s blood pressure and pulse, Lucas continued to watch her with hooded eyes that gave nothing away.
“Well, the good news is your vitals are all normal and you don’t need stitches on your forehead,” Loretta said. “But you really need to go to the hospital to be checked out for other head injuries.”
Panic swelled in Jane’s chest. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt that if she went to a hospital or to the police, she’d only be putting herself in more danger. “No, I’m sure I’ll be fine if I can just get some rest.” She looked at Lucas once again. “Maybe you could take me to that motel we talked about earlier?”
“Nonsense,” Loretta exclaimed. “It’s almost morning now. There’s no reason for you to go anywhere. I have a spare room where you’ll be perfectly comfortable for the night and we’ll sort out everything else in the morning.”
“Oh, I couldn’t impose anymore,” Jane said, offering a weak protest.
“Don’t bother arguing with her,” Lucas said. “Loretta might be small, but she’s as stubborn as the day is long.”
Loretta cuffed him on the back of the head and gave him an affectionate grin. “Why don’t you get out of here and let us women get to bed?”
“Walk me to the door?” he said to his sister.
Loretta nodded, and as she followed Lucas out of the kitchen, Jane slumped forward and cradled her belly in her arms as she felt the baby move around inside her.
At the moment the only thing she was certain of was that she loved the baby she carried. She had no idea who the father was, or what her relationship might be with that man, but it didn’t matter. She had a feeling she’d loved the baby from the moment of conception.
What would she have done if Lucas Washington hadn’t stumbled upon her? Where would she be at this moment? Still in the backseat of that car, slowly freezing half to death? And what would she have done in the morning when she had to leave the car?
She shivered and again a low pulse of fear filled her. It was more than the fear of not knowing her name. It was some innate knowledge that she was in danger. And the most frightening part was not knowing who might be after her and why.
Lucas sat at his kitchen table and watched the morning sun peek over the horizon. He’d only slept for a couple of hours, but felt rested. He’d never needed much sleep. Not sleeping too soundly or too long had been a survival mechanism learned in his youth, with his father’s explosive temper that could erupt anytime day or night.
He tightened his fingers around his coffee mug as he thought of those nights of terror. If it hadn’t been for his younger sister, he wasn’t sure he’d have survived his childhood.
Initially he’d worried about leaving a stranger with Loretta for the night, but he’d realized a very pregnant woman with a head wound didn’t pose much risk. Besides, Loretta was tougher than she looked.
Jane.
She’d haunted what little sleep he’d gotten. Once Loretta had cleaned the blood off her face, Lucas had gotten his first real look at her. She was stunning, with her heart-shaped face and big blue eyes. Her complexion was smooth and her skin had looked soft and supple.
He’d been surprised by the tiny kick of pure male lust in the pit of his stomach. He was thirty-three years old and rarely felt that particular feeling. And he’d certainly never felt it for a pregnant woman suffering from amnesia.
He consciously willed himself not to get interested in any woman. He had his work and his sister and that’s all he’d ever really needed.
Getting up from the table, he stretched with his arms overhead. He needed a shower. By the time he was done his sister would be awake and he could check in on Loretta and her patient.
As he stood beneath a hot spray of water he thought about the mysterious Jane. He suspected she might be lying. Even though there had been genuine fear in those gorgeous eyes of hers, he wasn’t convinced that her amnesia was real.
What he thought was that she’d probably had a fight with her boyfriend or husband and had concocted the amnesia story to buy her a little time. As long as she didn’t go to the police or to the hospital, the man in question couldn’t find her or go to jail on domestic abuse issues.
Surely by this morning she would have “remembered” her name and found forgiveness in her heart for the guy who banged her up. It happened all the time. It was a story Lucas knew intimately.
He dressed in his customary jeans and pulled on a ribbed, long-sleeved navy shirt, then returned to the kitchen for another cup of coffee before heading to his sister’s apartment.
He needed to call one of his partners and let them know he wouldn’t be in to the office until later in the afternoon. He needed to figure out where to bring Jane and wasn’t sure exactly what to expect.
Lucas and two of his ex–navy SEAL buddies had started Recovery Inc. when they’d gotten out of the service. The company dealt in recovery of both items and people in sticky situations and had been successful beyond their wildest dreams.
Despite the financial rewards, Lucas lived a simple life. He used most of his money to help pay Loretta’s student loans and was determined to help her pay for medical school next spring. Her dream had always been to be a doctor, and Lucas wanted to make sure she achieved that dream.
He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and punched in the number for Micah Stone, one of his partners and his best friend.
Micah answered on the first ring. “Hey, partner, what’s up?”
“I just wanted to let you know that I won’t be in this morning. I’ve got some things to take care of, but I should be there sometime this afternoon.”
“That makes two of us. It looks like Troy will have to hold down the fort by himself,” Micah replied. “I’m being fitted for a tux this morning. Have you been fitted yet?”
Micah’s wedding was less than a month away and Lucas was serving as his best man. “Not yet. I’ll try to get in before the end of the week.”
“If you don’t, then you know Caylee will be chewing on your backside. And trust me when I tell you she has very sharp teeth.”
Lucas laughed. Caylee was Micah’s fiancée. She was definitely a spitfire, but Lucas had never seen his friend so happy.
“Then I guess I’ll see you sometime this afternoon,” Lucas replied, and the two men hung up. Lucas was glad Micah hadn’t asked him why he’d be late. He wasn’t sure why, but he wasn’t eager to share the night’s events and his mysterious Jane with anyone.
If she’d taken advantage of their kindness, as he suspected, then he sure didn’t want his partners to know he’d been taken for a fool.
He finished his coffee and checked the clock. Just after seven. Loretta would be up by now and he was eager to see what Jane had miraculously remembered this morning.
When he reached Loretta’s apartment door he rapped lightly and his sister answered almost immediately. She was dressed for the day in blue-flowered scrubs and held a cup of coffee in her hand.
“I’ve been expecting you,” she said, and motioned him to the kitchen. “My houseguest is still asleep.”
“Did you talk to her after I left last night?” Lucas leaned against the counter.
“A little, but not much. She was exhausted and I figured the best thing for her was a good night’s sleep. I take it you don’t believe her story.”
Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Do you?”
Loretta sat at the table. “I don’t know. I do think she had a trauma of some kind and she seemed genuinely afraid and confused. She looks to be around eight months pregnant. If some man whacked her upside the head, he should be hung by his manly parts for the rest of her life.”
Lucas grinned. “Ah, Loretta, tell me how you really feel.” Love for his sister surged up inside him. Loretta was six years younger than him. With both their parents dead and the history they shared, the two siblings were particularly close.
“What I feel is that you need to put your overactive cynicism aside when you talk to her. She may not have amnesia, but she’s obviously in trouble.” Loretta drained her coffee cup and got up from the table. “I’ve got to get to work.”
Lucas walked with her to the front door where she turned to look at him once again. “Feed her something, Lucas. And if she needs to stay here a couple more days, it’s fine with me.” She reached up and kissed Lucas on the cheek, then left.
Lucas returned to the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee and then sat at the table. He wasn’t surprised by his sister’s generous offer to a stranger. Loretta made a habit of helping people.
Sometimes it amazed him how his sister had survived the dysfunction of their past with such a goodness of spirit, such a pure, sweet soul. Too bad he couldn’t say the same about himself.
He had his cup halfway to his mouth when Jane appeared in the doorway. She was clad in a white nightgown that stretched taut across her breasts and her belly. Her blond, curly hair was tousled, and it was obvious by the widening of her eyes that she’d expected to find Loretta, not Lucas, in the kitchen.
“Oh!” She instantly hunched her shoulders and crossed one arm over her breasts. Her lower lip trembled and her eyes looked as if she’d been crying. Once again Lucas felt a strange surge of protectiveness. “I’ll just … I’ll be right back.” She darted out of the kitchen and back down the hallway.
It was only then that Lucas realized he’d been holding his breath. He took a sip of his coffee and tried to forget the vision of her, so soft and feminine, and so utterly vulnerable.
She returned moments later, this time clad in the jeans and the dirty, bloodstained white blouse she’d worn the night before.
“Doesn’t Loretta have something you can wear?” he asked.
“Your sister is tiny.” She placed a hand on her stomach. “And right now I’m not. She didn’t have anything big enough to fit my stomach.”
“Sit down and I’ll get you a cup of coffee,” he said.
He got up as she sat. He poured her a cup of coffee and carried it to the table, where he set it before her.
“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.
To Lucas’s horror, she burst into tears. “I thought everything would be all right this morning,” she said between sobs. “I thought I’d wake up and I’d know who I was and what happened, but I don’t know any more now than I did last night.”
The sobs were painful to watch. Lucas grabbed a handful of napkins and handed them to her. She was either the greatest actress on the face of the earth or she was telling the truth.
She cried so hard he got worried about her, about the baby. He pulled up a chair next to her and awkwardly patted her back. “Don’t cry,” he said. “We’ll sort this out, but you’ve got to stop crying. It can’t be good for the baby.”
That seemed to penetrate into her head, because the sobs wore down to sniffles, and finally ceased altogether. She wiped her cheeks, and when she looked at him once again, there was desperation in her eyes.
“I’m so afraid,” she said. “I don’t know what’s going to happen to me.”
“For now, nothing is going to happen,” Lucas replied. “You’re safe here. Loretta told me to tell you that you’re welcome to stay for a couple of days until you feel better.”
Tears welled up in her eyes once again. “I can’t believe how kind you’re being to me.”
He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t him, that his sister was the kind one. He was the cynical one who still didn’t know whether to believe her or not.
But for the moment he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt. If she was lying, then sooner or later he would know. If she was telling the truth, then he sure as hell didn’t want to be responsible for tossing a pregnant woman out on the streets all alone with no money and no memory.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Starving. I can’t remember the last time I ate.” A half-hysterical spurt of laughter burst out of her.
“Scrambled eggs okay?” he asked as he got up from the table.
“Fine. But please, you don’t have to wait on me. If you’ll just show me where things are, I can do for myself.” She started to get up, but he waved her back down.
“I’ll take care of it, just sit tight.” He got the eggs from the refrigerator and set to work making breakfast.
As he worked she stared out the window, tiny frown lines dancing across her forehead. Again he was struck by her prettiness. She wasn’t screamingly drop-dead gorgeous, but rather she had a quiet, simmering beauty. He frowned and whipped the eggs more forcefully than necessary.
The last thing he needed was to be attracted to her. She obviously had a man in her life. And in any case Lucas didn’t do relationships.
She continued to stare out the window as if lost in thought while he fixed the eggs and popped in toast. Then once it was all done he placed the food on two plates, one for her and one for himself.
“Lucas?” She turned to look at him, her blue eyes troubled. “I know this sounds crazy, but I have a terrible feeling that I’m in real danger.”
He set the plates on the table with a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. This was growing more complicated by the minute. And there was nothing Lucas hated more than complication.
JANE STARED AT HIM and tried not to notice that his dark hair had a gleaming shine to it that made it look silky soft and that he smelled like soap and shaving cream and a hint of a clean cologne. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
Since the moment she’d told him that she didn’t know who she was, that she had no idea what had happened to her, she’d sensed his suspicious disbelief. And she wasn’t sure why it was so important to her that he accept what she was telling him.
“I don’t know what I believe,” he finally replied. “I think it’s possible you had a fight with your boyfriend or husband or whatever, and you need a safe place to hide out until things cool off and the two of you can kiss and make up.”
She reached up and touched her forehead with a frown. “I can’t imagine wanting to kiss and make up with anyone who did this to me.”