happened again.”
Liam’s eyes narrowed. He’d lived with the guy. He knew his temper. “It would have.”
She sighed. “I don’t know, and I don’t care. Besides, where were you if you were so concerned about me?”
“You moved in with Brett. Your choice was clear.”
“I thought I loved him. I thought he would be a good provider—”
“I know. You stayed with him because he knocked you up. You should have kicked him out the moment you lost the baby.”
She blinked. Her whole body shook. “That’s none of your business.”
It wasn’t. He’d gone too far, and he needed to end this conversation before his frustration got the best of him, if it hadn’t already. He couldn’t stand listening to her defend her relationship with a guy who had lied to her, cheated on her, laid his hands on her for the purpose of causing pain—then got her pregnant and ran off. It was a blessing in disguise that she didn’t have to spend her life raising Brett’s kid. Someday, she would get a chance to make a baby with someone who actually gave a damn about both of them.
He nodded. “You’re right. Again, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Liam, I didn’t mean—”
His pager went off. He yanked it out of his pocket so fast he nearly dropped it. Anything to avoid listening to more of her excuses.
“It’s your brother,” he said then glanced at his watch. Almost nine o’clock.
Elisa seemed equally relieved for the distraction. “You better take it. Could be an emergency at the clinic.”
He placed a call to Justin, during which Justin spoke a couple of rushed sentences and hung up before Liam had a chance to answer. His concern must have been on his face though, because Elisa jumped in front of him the second he hung up.
“What’s wrong?”
He sighed. “It’s not the clinic. Justin’s taking Laura to the ER. She—”
“Oh my God! And he didn’t call me ? Who’s taking care of the boys?”
“Laura’s sister. He didn’t want you to worry. He just wants me to know where he is in case he doesn’t show up at work tomorrow.”
She shoved her feet into the nearest pair of shoes. “Which hospital?”
“Elisa, he said it’s probably ligament pain or something. They’re just going to be on the safe side, you don’t have to—”
“Or something could be horribly wrong. I’m going. Which hospital?”
She looked terrified. Once again, he was certain she was thinking about her miscarriage—which he still hadn’t gotten a chance to ask her about—and she didn’t need to drive a car with that much on her mind.
“I’ll take you there if you’re that worried,” he answered.
“No!” Her lids flew open wide. “I’ll be fine. I’d rather go alone.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” She was already out the door.
He followed her, told her name of the hospital Justin had mentioned then watched her taillights disappear around the corner before heading back to his place. What had happened in her life nine years ago? Though he’d sworn he was finished shielding her from Brett’s actions, if violence had caused the loss of Elisa’s pregnancy, the guy had a jail cell waiting for him. One way or another, Liam had to find out.
Chapter Three
Elisa returned from class the next evening and found her front door unlocked. What in the world…?
Her heart pounded. She left the door ajar and backed away, fumbling in her purse for her cell phone. She’d lived alone long enough to know she should call for help rather than walk inside, but her hands shook so badly that even after she grabbed the phone, she couldn’t aim well enough to press 9-1-1.
“Elisa, is that you?”
Her finger froze over the keypad. The familiar male voice had come from the house.
“I’m in the kitchen,” he called.
She exhaled heavily and put the phone away. An intruder wouldn’t announce his location—and that was Liam’s voice.
She hoped he wouldn’t pick on her about leaving so quickly last