Destiny's Whisper by Elizabeth Moynihan Read Free Book Online Page B

don’t hurt me, I won’t mess up again,” she repeated over and over, her cowering tone and glazed, fearful expression breaking his heart.
    “Who’s Andrew?” one of the paramedics asked as he assisted his partner and they gently placed Chloe on the gurney and strapped her in place.
    Sergei looked from Chloe to the lead paramedic and with eyes the color of midnight, calmly stated, “Andrew Manning, the bastard that did this to her.” At that moment, he would have gladly drilled Chloe’s partner into the ground, in front of the police now gathering information from possible witnesses, if necessary.
    “I’d suggest you talk to the police before you take any action personally, despite your inclination to do otherwise,” the paramedic gathering up the remaining equipment suggested calmly, before following his partner that pushed the gurney across the ice.
    “Sergei…” Chloe’s soft voice echoed across the ice, reaching his ears and wrapping a firm grasp around his heart.
    The paramedic pushing the gurney leaned over and spoke to the slight form covered and strapped to the rolling bed and nodded in understanding. “She doesn’t want to go to the hospital alone, are you available?”
    With a single nod, Sergei skated to where Dani stood rinkside, his blade guards in one hand, his skate bag in the other and handed them to him as he came off the ice.
    “Let Mom and Dad and Whittaker know what’s happened. I’ll call you as soon as I know anything. I don’t know when I’ll be home,” he stated quietly, kissing her quickly on the cheek and then brushing away the tears that fell from her green eyes.
    “Tell her I love her, Sergei, and take care of her, okay?” Dani requested, her voice breaking in emotion.
    With a final quick hug of reassurance, Sergei slipped the guards on to his skates, slung his bag over his shoulder and ran to catch up with the gurney as it exited the side door.
    Gently the paramedics loaded their patient in to the ambulance, allowing Sergei to follow Chloe in and set off for the hospital, lights and sirens blaring.
    Sergei held Chloe’s hand in his own, frowning at the chill of her hand, gently rubbing it between his palms as he sought to restore some warmth to it. Twice he tried to tell her Dani sent her love and each time was interrupted by the noise of the radio, the siren or a question from the paramedic. Finally, in frustration, he bent over Chloe, his mouth close to her ear and said ‘Dani sends her love, Chloe’, only to hear, “I love you too, Sergei,” whispered softly in return.
    Sergei sat up in surprise, his gaze flying to the paramedic beside him and, judging from his smile knew the paramedic had heard Chloe’s declaration of love.
    With an easy smile, the paramedic’s words set Sergei’s future in motion, “You’re a lucky man.”
    Sergei looked from the paramedic to Chloe and out the windows in the back of the ambulance at the traffic trailing behind the speeding vehicle. Was his life destined to be a wild, reckless ride or was fate speeding him toward his future? Chloe’s voice softly calling his name returned his attention to her immediately and the sudden understanding that he was on the brink of something great washed over him, leaving him strangely calm, more than a little apprehensive and wildly anxious all at the same time. He suddenly realized and could feel it in his heart, fate had been leading him to this moment, just as he knew he was going to take the chance that was being offered to him by the slight wisp of a girl whose hand he held.
    Sergei’s smile widened as he returned the paramedic’s smile, “You’re right, I’m damned lucky!”
    Sergei had found his new partner.
    The emergency room was swamped when they arrived at the hospital. Friday nights were always a brisk night for business in the medical field, throw in a full moon and things really hopped.
    Sergei followed the paramedics through the crowded hallway as they pushed the gurney,