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  He got to his feet and pulled her to hers, slow and steady, carefully holding on to her. He had dark hair, dark eyes, darker stubble on a strong jaw, and a deep frown that left a groove in the center of his forehead.

  He was no happier about this than she was.

  “You didn’t die,” he said. “You’re very alive, as evidenced by your pain.”

  “Okay, good point. Fine. I’m alive. And kicking,” she warned him, huffing for breath, using him to steady herself in spite of her misgivings, because she was shaking all over. “And you should know, I really can kick your ass, especially if you’re here trying to loot the empty condos. My sister makes me do Tae Bo, and I can kick you to Timbuktu.”

  “Tae Bo is an exercise regime, not self-defense, and I came because I heard you scream.” He sounded as if a woman screaming wasn’t all that uncommon in his world. “Tell me your name,” he said, a quiet demand.

  “I didn’t scream.” But then another contraction hit and she gasped, and dammit, screamed a little. When it’d passed, she was left panting. “Okay, maybe I did.”

  He was completely supporting her now, and when she could, she forced herself to loosen the death grip she had on him, but he kept his on her. “I’m going to pick you up now, Jane Doe.”

  “Ha. And, no.”

  “Can you walk?”

  “Also no.”

  He held out his leather-clad arms. With a sigh, she closed her eyes. “You’re a badass. Your kind is why I’m in this mess. I gave you all up.”

  “Would it make you feel better to know I’m hardly ever badass anymore? Just sometimes on the weekend?” He added a smile.

  She didn’t return it.

  “I’m kidding,” he said. “And I’m sorry to tell you, but we have to get you out, regardless of what you think of me.”

  “I weigh two tons.”

  “I don’t know,” he said as he scooped her up. “One ton, maybe. Definitely not two.”

  Her gaze flew up to his. His dark eyes gave nothing away. He was sporting at least two days’ of growth on his lean jaw. He wasn’t smiling, wasn’t looking particularly kind or gentle at all, which actually was a good thing. If he’d been either, she might have fallen completely apart. As it was, she really did have to keep it together in case she still had to kick his ass.

  With her in his arms, he stepped out of the garage, his boots sloshing through water. As her eyes adjusted to the daylight, she gasped.

  The storm hadn’t let up, and the street was flooding. Her savior was standing nearly knee-deep in water. “Ohmigod.”

  He was leaning over her, trying to protect her from the rain and wind as he walked. “It’s going to be okay.”

  “How?”

  He didn’t answer, probably because he was saving his energy for carrying her. She blinked through the rain into his face. He was thirtyish, she guessed, maybe even younger. He had a scar slashing through his left brow, and another on the outside of his eye.

  Savior, or scary ax murderer? “How do you know it’s going to be okay?” she demanded. “Tell me.”

  “I don’t. I just don’t want you to panic and have that baby right now.”

  “Oh.” She let out a low laugh, shocking herself that she even could. “You’re not supposed to tell me that part.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because it’s too honest. People don’t like too honest.”

  “I do.”

  “Yeah, well, I guess I do, too—Hell. Oh, hell,” she whimpered, and tried to curl in a ball as another contraction hit her with the same velocity as a freight train. “Oh, God. I am not going to have this baby right here, right now, not by myself!” As she twisted and writhed in his arms, she let the pain take her. She had no choice, it came in heavy, unrelenting waves.

  Vaguely, from somewhere far outside her world of pain, she heard Hunter swear roughly, and then she lost herself for a moment. When she came out of it, he was stroking her hair from her face and murmuring, “Keep breathing, that’s it.”

  She opened her eyes. She was in the backseat of a vehicle and her stranger was buckling her in. “The storm—” She gulped for air. “We’ll float away.”

  “Don’t worry, it’s a Hummer,” he said. “It’s a friend’s. I’m repairing it for him. My Harley was out of the question.”

  “I want my sister.”

  “Where is she?”

  “At the hospital, she’s a nurse.”

  “Okay, Jane Doe, let’s go.”

  She gripped his big, warm hand in hers before he could move away. “Don’t worry? Was that another empty platitude so that I wouldn’t panic and have this baby on you?”

  A very slight smile tweaked the corner of his wide, firm mouth. “You shouldn’t ask a question that you don’t want the answer to.”

  “Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and bit back the need to lose it. “I don’t want you to deliver this baby.”

  “Baby, that makes two of us.”

  “You know what?” She shook her head. “I’m just not going to do this. I’m not going to be in labor. Mind over matter, and all that crap. Okay?”

  “Works for me.”

  “It’s nothing personal. I just don’t want another man near my parts, not ever again—”

  He laughed, then sucked it up when she glared at him. “I’m not kidding,” she warned him. If she’d had the strength, she’d have grabbed him by the shirt again and snarled right up into his face. “You’re not going anywhere near my—”

  “Agreed,” he said quickly. “Do you want to call your sister, tell her I’ve got you and that we’re coming?”

  “Yes. My cell phone died, and she’s probably worried—” She took the cell phone he offered, but she couldn’t get service. Then another contraction hit and hit hard, making her drop the phone. “Oh, God, oh, God…”

  Hunter squeezed her hands and stayed with her, right with her, looking completely unnerved but not leaving her.

  Something tugged inside her at that and it wasn’t the baby. “You don’t have to do this,” she whispered miserably. “I’d probably be running hard and fast if I were you.”

  “No, you wouldn’t. And I won’t, either. And that—” he offered her a very small, very short smile, but it was a real one “—wasn’t an empty platitude.”

  She had no idea why she suddenly felt like crying, but she blinked it back. “Cece.”

  “What?”

  “My name is Cece.”

  He smiled, and it was a stunner. “Well, then, Cece. Let’s get you the hell out of here.”

  THE NEXT SEVERAL HOURS nearly killed Lizzy. They were stopped by a police unit in a boat and had to talk their way past the enforced evacuation. Then they helped a family of four get across Third. And another after that.

  When they finally made it to Cece’s condo, it was nearly dark. It’d taken all damn day to get there, and the place was empty. Lizzy knew this because she ran through the rooms until Jason caught her hand. Solemn and exhausted, he pulled her to him. “She’s not here, Lizzy.”

  Right. Which meant that Cece had gotten out, and was somewhere safe. Which also meant that she had proof that Cece no longer needed her anymore, and Lizzy could finally have her own life, guilt-free.

  Except…except maybe she’d really been free all this time and simply using Cece as an excuse, when it hadn’t been Cece holding her back at all.

  But her own fear.

  Tugging free of Jason, she took the stairs to the second level and looked in Cece’s bedroom for the third time. The bed was unmade, her cell phone plugged in to a charger on the nightstand, not charging because there was no electricity.

  Jason came into the room behind her, quiet, a solid, comforting presence. “What are you thinking?”

  “I’m thinking that maybe she’s at the hospital, or my place.”

  Jason pulled out his cell phone. “Shit.”

  “Wet?”

  “Wet and fried.”

  She whipped out hers. Wet, too, but some