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“He asked me to wait here for you. Dr. Hill is on her way.”
     
    Christian nodded and allowed the orderly to push Sophie into the building, but he stayed hot on his heels. Sophie was moaning and holding her stomach as they helped her get on the hospital bed, tears falling down her face.
     
    Dr. Brennan appeared in the room before she could even lay back. “Please, Aaron. You’ve got to help her.”
     
    “Don’t worry about me,” Sophie said through gritted teeth. “Save our baby.”
     
    “I’m going to do everything I can to save you both, Soph. I need you to try and relax.”
     
    The next few hours were a blur to Christian. People coming in and out, taking blood, checking her IV, taking her for tests. At one point, Christian realized he had no idea where the cops who had followed him had gone. Honestly, he couldn’t care less, and put it out of his mind. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Sophie was wheeled back into the room, Dr. Brennan holding her hand. They were both smiling, despite looking as exhausted as he felt. He took that as a good sign and sighed heavily.
     
    “They’re both all right. Sophie’s fine and she isn’t miscarrying. The baby’s fine.”
     
    Dr. Hill spoke then, and Christian felt badly for not noticing she had entered behind them. “I’m keeping her overnight for observation, just to be safe. But she’s on total bed rest once she gets home, all right? No. More. Stress. Understood?”
     
    Christian nodded. He knew he couldn’t have prevented the stress she endured tonight, but he sure as hell would make sure that shit didn’t happen again.
     
    After they got Sophie settled in a room for the night and she dozed off, Christian headed downstairs to move Sophie’s car before it got towed. The first thing he’d noticed was that the doors were shut and the engine was no longer running. He hoped that didn’t mean that it had run out of gas. There were two pieces of paper on his car, one under each windshield wiper. The first was a blank piece of copy paper, with “Do Not Tow” written in black permanent marker. A sloppy signature was scrawled at the bottom which he couldn’t make out, but below the signature, it read “Badge #427 H.P.D.” The other was a smaller yellow piece of paper under the driver’s side windshield wiper. It was a warning for speeding. He had to laugh. Were they serious? Still, he supposed they could have been jerks about the whole situation and weren’t, so for that he could only be grateful. He went to throw the paper on the floor of the passenger side as he sat down behind the wheel when a handwritten note on the back caught his eye.
     
    Sorry to hear about your wife. Hope she and the baby are okay.
     
    Christian was beyond shocked. Not only had they not arrested him for reckless driving, which he knew they would have been well within their rights to do, but the cops genuinely seemed concerned and even went so far as to ensure his car wasn’t towed away.
     
    It went against everything he’d ever learned about law enforcement. In his mind, they were the bad guys, the crooked cops drunk on power and sometimes more, who got sadistic enjoyment from making his teenage years—and Michael’s, for that matter—miserable. Their unwanted attention didn’t deter him; it only made him more cunning. He’d learned how to operate under the radar, and laughed at how they could never catch him red-handed. The small criminal empire he’d created wasn’t the first choice for him. He wanted to be an honest businessman one day, but grand theft auto was the only door which opened to him. He’d learned to take the opportunities as they came.
     
    He shook his head, upset with himself for the brief bout of self-pity. Pretty soon he was going to start belting out “Hard Knock Life” or crying over Oliver Twist. He scolded himself as he turned the key, relieved when the car started right up. He had much more important things to focus on than the