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to her?
    A picture of the little Pedro drifted into her mind.  Black curls rioting around his baby face, while his chubby little legs pumped hard, trying to catch up with his toy. How could she have stood by to watch the little angel battered, maybe killed?
    That the fool driving had such quick reflexes was a giant plus. A bonus she hadn’t counted on because there had been no time. One second she was going to cut across the street, and the next she had the kid in her arms while flying through the air.
    If he'd hit them dead on—okay not the best wording—they'd have been toast. But he'd swerved and reduced the impact, saved them from serious injuries. Well he wouldn't get any commendations from her. The whack-job had still been driving too fast.
    Her rioting thoughts ramped up her dreadful headache, and she knew from the frown her mother shot in her direction that she probably looked mean. But she didn’t give a rat’s ass. Today had been her day to play, and now she’d be stuck here for who knew how long.
    She stared her mother down for a few seconds and then felt her satisfaction waver and completely fade when her mom winked and blew her a kiss. Darn woman never failed to penetrate guards no one else could.
    "Just put her here in the living room on the sofa." Liam lowered her gently and stayed bent over to push her mop away from her forehead.
    "There's a bruise here. You hit your head?"
    "Pedro and I bumped, that's all." She wrenched away from him too quickly and couldn't stop the cry of pain. 
    He straightened and turned to Sadie's mom.
    "Is she always so disagreeable?"
    "Yep! That's my girl!" Her mom's sideways smirk, nod, and snort didn't make her feel any better. "On the other hand, you'll never meet anyone with a bigger, more loving heart."
    "Beatrice!" Sadie's glare and icy tone constituted a warning most wouldn't ignore.
    "Sadie girl, you call me that again, and I'll call you-know-who and tell him you didn't mean to be rude, and you'd really like him to bring his dog back."
    "Sorry, Mom." Sadie smiled, knowing it was nothing but a sick imitation, but her mother seemed to accept it and nodded. After all, she did deserve the rebuke.
    She knew how much her mother hated her full name. But she also knew her dear bratty mom understood that if Bubba Jones ever came within ten feet of her again, she'd take a chop-saw to the numbskull. Imagine, feeding a Shiatsu chicken bones every day and then blaming the poor dog's condition on her running the animal too hard.  Cheap bastard still hadn't repaid her for the vet bills after Sadie had realized the dog suffered and had taken her in. Aggrr. Just thinking about him had her visualizing chains and a horsewhip.
    "By the way, as you've probably figured, I'm Sadie's unfortunate mother, Bea Bertolli. Years ago, I worked as a nurse. I'm sure she told you that so you'd bring her here rather than a hospital."
    "She insisted." Liam actually sounded hard done by.
    Hey, what am I? Invisible? They spoke about her like she wasn't even in the room. Irritation joined the other sensations she suffered, like anger, discomfort, and frustration. And that made her feel even more like ripping the heads off the carnations arranged in front of her on the coffee table.
     "Look, Liam, I'd like to give her the once over to make sure she's just bruised, so if you wouldn't mind zipping into the kitchen and getting yourself a cold drink, it won't take too long."
    "Mom, I'm sure Mr. O’Brien—"
    "Call me Liam." He shook her mother's hand and turned on the charm, grinning as if she were a groupie and he a football star.
    Sadie could feel her pissed-off-ed-ness rise to a whole new level. "I'm sure Mr. O’Brien has things to do." So she spoke a bit too loud. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and glared her challenge. "You should be on your way." This time she lowered the volume.
    "Nonsense!" Bea took charge.
    Liam started out by shaking his head up and down at her words and ended up shaking it