The Baby's Guardian by Delores Fossen Read Free Book Online

that’s when she noticed why Shaw was staring at her. Her top was still bunched up, and her pregnant belly was bare. She quickly righted her top.
    “Rest,” the doctor ordered Sabrina, and she stepped around Shaw so she could leave.
    “You don’t need to keep checking on me,” Sabrina insisted.
    “I’ve already arranged a hotel room for you,” Shaw let her know. He glanced again at her now-covered belly and swallowed hard. “Does it hurt?”
    Sabrina shook her head. “Does what hurt?”
    “The baby, when it kicks.”
    “Oh. No. Not really.” She shrugged, puzzled by the abrupt change of subject. “Well, unless she connects with my kidney or something.”
    Shaw’s left eyebrow shot up. “She?”
    Sabrina shook her head even harder. “I don’t know the baby’s sex. I wanted to keep it a surprise. She just sounds better than it. ”
    “Right.” He stepped to the side. “Come on. I’ll get you to the hotel.”
    Since this was already more than awkward, Sabrina didn’t argue, but as soon as Shaw had her stashed away at the hotel, she would insist that he leave. If he felt forced to spend time with her, it would only make him hate her more.
    “Thank you,” she told him. She walked out of the office ahead of him, but there was someone waiting outside the door. It was a lanky built cop wearing a crisp blue uniform.
    Shaw groaned softly, probably because there was a look of concern on the man’s face. “More bad news, Officer Newell?”
    He handed Shaw several sheets of paper that had been stapled together. “That’s the preliminary background checks you asked for on the hospital employees. Oh, and a guy keeps calling here, asking to speak to Ms. Carr. He said his name is Gavin Cunningham.”
    Shaw looked up from the papers he’d just received and turned to Sabrina, obviously wanting an explanation. Was it her imagination or did he seem a little jealous that another man would be phoning her? But she rethought that.
    Shaw could never be jealous of her.
    “Gavin Cunningham’s a client,” she explained to the other officer. “And yes, he’s persistent. I’m head of an organization called Rootsfind that helps adopted and foster kids locate their biological families, and he wantsme to help him find his father. Please tell him I’ll call him in a day or two.”
    “I already told him you weren’t available, but he said it was a matter of life or death.”
    Sabrina and Shaw had already started to walk away, but that stopped them. Shaw stared at her, apparently waiting for an answer.
    But Sabrina didn’t have one. “Gavin called yesterday and sounded frantic and stressed. He said that he needed me to find his father immediately. He wanted to meet with me right then, but I had other appointments. I told him I’d see him today. That obviously didn’t happen because I was taken hostage.”
    “Well, he asked me to give you his number, just in case you’d forgotten it.” The officer reached in his pocket and extracted a notepad-sized piece of paper with the number on it.
    “Thanks. I’ll call him on the way to the hotel.”
    “You think it’s that critical to call him back tonight? Because it can wait,” Shaw added, not giving her a chance to answer. He nudged her to get her moving and continued to read the papers the officer had given him. “Unless you think it’s possible this client is suicidal?”
    Sabrina gave that some thought. “I didn’t see any warning signs that he’s contemplating suicide.”
    “Right,” he mumbled.
    She didn’t miss the accusing tone. Shaw seemed to be saying— as if you’d recognize those warning signs. She certainly hadn’t with Fay. “He’s just a little more obsessed than most about finding his father.”
    Sabrina knew something about that, as well. Since she’d been adopted at birth, she’d spent most of her lifelooking for her biological parents. She’d failed. And it was the reason she had created Rootsfind. Sometimes, the desire to find those