Pregnant With The Paramedic's Baby

“That feels nice,” she murmured.

“Good,” he said gently. “Try to rest. Hopefully someone will find us in the morning. If not, we should be able to walk to your place and let people know we’re still alive.”

“What about your little girl?” Sandra asked.

“She’s with her grandma and grandpa. She’s safe.”

“Good.”

No more words were needed, and Sandra slipped into a peaceful sleep as she hadn’t had in a long, long time.

CHAPTER THREE (#u6912cb45-7db5-51fd-b9fc-ba2e1723427f)

“KODY!”

Kody woke to someone screaming his name.

“Kody!”

He blinked as sunlight streamed in through the open window. It was blinding and right in his eye.

Where the heck am I?

And it took him a moment to realize that it was morning and that Dr. Sandra Foster was curled up beside him. It all came flooding back to him then. He’d made love to Sandra. He’d become lost in the moment after they’d opened up and shared and he’d completely lost his head and all sense of reason.

Completely.

He’d never opened up about Jenny before and he’d never thought he could ever be with someone again, but Sandra had got through to him.

It had been a long time since he’d wanted someone, but reaching through to Sandra and understanding why she held people at a distance just made him admire her drive and determination more.

And she looked so peaceful, sleeping beside him. A touch of pink in her cheeks, her lips parted as she breathed softly.

He remembered the touch of those lips against his and the warmth of her embrace. The feel of her nails in his back.

He wanted her again.

You can’t have her again. One time only, remember?

And he had to keep reminding himself of that. This was a one-time thing. A moment of comfort between the two of them.

That was all it could be.

And he’d thought one time would be enough. It scared him that he wanted her so fiercely again.

“Kody!”

He recognized that voice. It was Sally calling him. He got up, trying not to disturb Sandra, and his back protested after having spent the night on a hardwood floor. He went to the door and walked outside. The temperature had dropped, breaking the heat wave that had been plaguing Austin the last couple of days. The breeze was cool and earthy, but also there was not a cloud in the sky, which meant the risk of flash flooding was past them.

He saw a team of first responders and a fire truck down the hill. And part of the first responders was his sister, Sally, who was calling his name frantically.

“Sweet Pea! Here!” He waved and Sally came running up the hill. She ran straight into his arms.

“Oh, thank God!” she said. “When I saw your truck... I was worried you were washed away, like the other one farther down the creek.”

“The SUV?”

Sally nodded, stepping back. “Yeah, we couldn’t find a body, though. Ross has his team looking farther downstream of Burl’s Creek.”

“That’s Dr. Fraser’s SUV. She was hit by a mudslide and I got her out.” Kody turned and saw that Sandra was standing in the door, looking just as confused as he first was when he’d woken up this morning.

“What’s going on?” Sandra asked.

“We’re being rescued,” he said over his shoulder before turning back to Sally. “You can call off Ross’s search party. Dr. Fraser is fine.”

“Is she hurt?” Sally asked, noticing his crude bandage job on Sandra.

“She was hurt, but it was superficial.”

“Still, it should be looked at. Both of you need to be checked out. If you have any cuts, you’ll need a course of antibiotics. You know mudslides contain bacteria that can contain flesh-eating properties,” Sally stated.

“Right,” Kody said, exhausted. He ran his hand through his hair and winced.

“You okay?” Sally asked, worried.

“Just stiff. Please take care of Dr. Fraser.”

Sally nodded and approached Sandra. He could hear them talking—Sandra was a bit standoffish. More like her old self, but he couldn’t shake the image of how it had been last night. When it had been just the two of them, as one.

His blood heated as he thought about her in his arms. The way her lips had felt on his and how tender she’d been.

It had been a long time since he’d been with anyone.

There hadn’t been anyone since Jenny, and in a way he felt guilty. Even though Jenny had told him to move on, to find happiness after she died, there was a part of him that still felt guilty. As if he had cheated on her memory.

You didn’t. Jenny’s been gone for five years.

And it was a one-time thing. He had to keep reminding himself of that. It was a one-time thing. Only he was fooling himself. Why did he ever think that once would be enough?

Either way, it had to be.

He’d promised Sandra that.

Sally helped Sandra out of the cabin.

“Let’s just go to the hospital to get checked out, Dr. Fraser,” Sally said gently.

Sandra nodded and briefly glanced at him.