Homestands (Chicago Wind #1) (35 page)

She stood on tiptoe and pressed her lips to his. “Quit talking and kiss me, Connor.”

His mouth found hers before she’d finished his name, his lips warm against hers, gentle, tender yet strong. He kissed her again and again, kissed her thoroughly, and drove away any fear that their relationship wouldn’t last.

No, this time they’d make it. This time, they were stronger than just the two of them. This time their home would stand.

The bedroom door clicked open.

Meg pulled away from Mike and sank back to her feet. How nice of Brooke to come out and ruin a moment.

But Mike stiffened, his focus beyond her shoulder. “Meg, get back.” He tugged her behind him, shielding her with his body.

But not before she saw Ben Reynolds in the doorway, gun in one hand, Brooke’s arm gripped tightly in the other.

Mike pressed his arms back, around Meg’s body.

She shook against him.

Or maybe he was shaking.

Ben spoke, the gun aimed at Brooke’s head. “Every time I think I’ve got you taken care of, Connor, somehow you manage to mess it up. Do you know how sickening you two are? Making up when you should be breaking up?”

So he’d been right—those letters had been from Raines. Which meant there was no telling what this deranged man would do. “What do you want?”

“To see you suffer like I’ve suffered. To have the woman you love ripped from you. To have the dreams you’ve had since childhood yanked from you. But no. DaVannon couldn’t even hit you hard enough to bring on early retirement.” He waved the gun toward them. “And now she doesn’t care that you’ve got a kid with another woman. Come on, Meg. Think. What are the odds there aren’t more Connor kids running around out there?”

“There aren’t.” The same thought had occurred to him during the last awful half hour. He’d mentally gone through his relationships, made sure he’d known each ex-girlfriend’s status long enough after they’d broken up.

“Easy to say, Connor. Not so easy to believe after a morning like this.”

Brooke jerked her arm, almost wrenching free of Ben’s grasp.

The man managed to grip her arm again. He turned the gun her way. “That’s enough.”

Brooke stilled, fear clear in her eyes.

He had to get Meg out of there. Meg and Brooke. He had to make sure they were safe. “Why don’t you let the women go, Ben? This isn’t about them. It’s between you and me.”

Ben smiled at him.

“Right?” The crazy look in the guy’s eye… Mike edged sideways, closer to the door, keeping Meg behind him. “Come on, man. I’ll stay here. Just you and me. We can talk.”

“No talking can fix this.”

“Okay, but—”

Meg was slowly tugging his phone from his pocket.

Smart girl. He angled his body so Ben couldn’t easily see that side of him. “Look, man. You can’t hurt the girls. They’ve got kids to take care of. You wouldn’t take—”

“Wouldn’t I? I’ve had my own family ripped from me, Connor. Why shouldn’t you? Why shouldn’t your kid?”

There was no reasoning with the freak. No conscience Mike could reach. He swallowed. He needed to stall. Meg had his phone. Soon enough help would arrive.

“Okay.” He held up his hands. “I get it. Life’s not been fair. But how am I to blame for your family being taken away? How did I do that?”

“I’ve lost two mothers, Connor. Two. The first one—” Raines shrugged. “Nothing I could do there; I was a kid. But the second one…” He swallowed. “Baseball was gonna get her away from my dad. I could have provided for her. Could have taken care of her. But you made sure that didn’t happen.”

If only the girls were gone… Then he’d give in to his rising anger and rush the guy. Raines might not be a good shot. Sure, the guy had forty pounds on him, but they weren’t forty pounds of muscle. Without the gun, Mike could take Ben. He knew it.

If he could just get close enough…

“What? You got nothing to say?” Raines snapped.

“What am I supposed to say? That I’m sorry? I didn’t do anything.”

Raines jammed the gun against Brooke’s head.

Brooke cried out.

“Okay.” Mike took a step closer, his hand stretched out. “Okay. Come on, man.” He tried to force some sorrow onto his face. “Look, Ben, please. Really. You’ve got to let these girls go. You know what it’s like to lose a mom. You’d do that to two little boys? Two boys who’ve never done anything to you?” He scrambled for something that would get through to Ben. “What about Dana?”

Raines lowered the gun a little. “What about Dana?”

Great. “You talked to her lately?”

“What do you think, Connor? You got the cops involved. Of course I haven’t talked to Dana—”

“You love her?”

“Yes, I love—”

“Do you? What would she want you to do, Raines? What would she think if she knew you were holding us hostage, threatening two women who’ve done absolutely nothing to you?” He raised his hands in the air, just to show his helplessness. “What do you think she would say?”

Ben growled at him. “I don’t care what she’d say. She’s weak. But I’m not. I’m gonna do what needs to be done. I’m going to make it all even between us. Starting now.”

The gun pointed his way before Mike could blink. The boom reverberated through the room, and something spun him around, knocked him backward over Meg.

They tumbled to the ground—arms, legs tangled.

Ears ringing, Mike scrambled off her. Was she okay?

Behind them, Brooke cried. She was alive at least. But Meg?

Her eyes met his, scanned him. “Are you hit?” she asked.

Was he? Where was the pain?

On his knees, he spun to face Ben—

To face the gun a foot away from his mouth.

So this was it.

Except Ben looked at the gun, the top of it slid back. Stuck.

Jammed.

Mike’s eyes met Ben’s. Now
this
was it.

Mike knocked the gun away, lunged to his feet. Tackled Ben around the waist and fell on him. They tumbled against the corner of the couch, an edge banging Mike’s ribs.

He shoved the pain away. Wrestled for control of Ben, fought to get on top of him.

And then hands grabbed him, hands stronger than Meg or Brooke, and hauled him back.

Mike fought them.

“Hey! Connor!” A face appeared in his vision. A badge. A uniform.

The fight left him.

The two cops who’d grabbed him kept him on his feet.

“Where’s my—” She wasn’t his wife yet. “Where’s Meg?”

One of the cops pointed to the hallway where Meg and Brooke stood, officers surrounding them.

Meg was shaking, tears running down her face.

Mike shoved his way through the cops. Was she hurt?

She opened her arms to him, and he flung himself against her, crushing her to his chest.

But she fought against his hold, pushing against him until she could get a grip on his cast. “Are you hurt?” she asked, her voice demanding.

“Meg, I’m fine.”

She dragged her finger down the notch on the surface of his cast. On the divot that hadn’t been there before.

Meg looked up at him. “He hit you.”

What did it matter? It was over. Mike looked back into the hotel room, where Raines lay on his stomach, hands cuffed behind him, three officers standing around him. “He won’t hit anyone else, Meg.”

She tugged him a few steps away from the growing crowd of security and police officers and pulled his face down to hers. Kissed him with an intensity he never thought he’d get from her again.

And just when it was all settling in his brain, just when he’d caught his breath, she pulled back from him—tears in her eyes, a grateful smile on her face. “You could have been killed.”

Yeah, and he didn’t want to think about it. “Just as long as you weren’t, Meg. ’Cause it’d be hard to get married without you.”

“Are they still asleep?”

From her spot in the bedroom doorway, Meg glanced over her shoulder at Mike as he came down the hallway. She nodded and looked back at the two boys in the twin bed, blonde hair standing out against dark pillowcases, mouths open in deep sleep.

Mike slipped his arms around her waist and settled his chin on her shoulder. “You going to watch them all night?”

She smiled, cocked her head. “Maybe?”

“Don’t you think you’d rather watch me sleep?”

“Why? Are you planning on snoring again?”

He shook his head as she turned in his arms, his expression one of feigned hurt. “I told you. I don’t snore.”

She patted his chest. “Right.”

He caught her left hand in his and played with the rings on her finger. “Why are you watching them? They’ve been asleep for a while.”

“I know.” She glanced back at two boys who owned her heart, even though one didn’t call her Mommy, wouldn’t yet open himself up to her. “This is the third night in a row that Noah went to sleep without crying. I just wanted to make sure…”

Mike brushed his lips against her temple. “Okay. We’ll watch them awhile.”

She settled back against his chest again. “How much longer are you home?”

“Five days. But I don’t want to talk about spring training until I have to.” His lips traveled to her ear. “I’m going to enjoy every second I have with you.”

“I’d forgotten how fast these off-season months go.”

“Me too.”

She settled herself more snugly into his hold and closed her eyes. “Hey. Happy six-month anniversary.”

He pressed his fingers into her side until she stifled a giggle. “Like I didn’t tell you that first at breakfast, woman.”

“I know. You’re such a romantic,” she teased.

“Don’t forget it, either.”

There was very little about the last year she wanted to forget. Ben’s attack, yes. The pain of finding out that Mike had another son, sure.

But all of those losses had been redeemed. Mike and Meg had flown to Dallas the day after the All-Star Game to meet Noah. And while he’d definitely been the wild child she’d worried he might be, there was still a sweetness in him that pulled at her heart, partly because of what she knew he was about to face.

Losing a parent wasn’t easy.

At any age.

Mike convinced her to marry him—after a game and before another off day like they’d done twelve years ago. So on a Sunday evening in early August, Meg married Mike in the church offices with just a few friends and Mike’s family there to see it. He’d told her she could have a big wedding, but she hadn’t wanted it. That would take too much time. And Mike was right—they needed time for themselves before Noah arrived.

Before September had ended, Meg asked Mike what he thought about moving Brooke and Noah up by them so Noah could get attached to Mike, at least, before his mother died. Mike had agreed, and so had Brooke who knew she wouldn’t make it through the year. The move had been hard on her—had probably taken days from her—but it was the best thing for Noah.

He needed to know his dad well before that awful day came.

Not that Brooke’s death was made any easier for the little boy. As much as they’d tried to prepare him, he hadn’t fully understood. The nights of tears and tantrums and sobbing almost seemed like they’d never end.

Until finally Terrell began to climb in bed with Noah, talking to him while he whimpered for his mother. Or while Meg stroked his hair and cried silently with him. Or while Mike held the whimpering boy on his lap, Mike’s own eyes closed as tears seeped from beneath his eyelids. Some nights it felt next to impossible to love this little boy who didn’t want her, who wanted a woman who’d taken from her.

But tonight… Tonight there was hope.

That the worst was behind them.

That life would settle down.

That they could finally be a family of four.

Her stomach moved.

Make that five.

She grabbed Mike’s hand and pressed it to her abdomen. “Feel that?”

“No.”

She held her breath, waited.
Come on, baby. Do it for your daddy.

There it was.

She pressed Mike’s hand firmly against herself and looked up at him, biting her lip in excitement. “You feel it?”

His grin lit up his face, his eyes. He leaned down over her shoulder, their position a bit awkward, and kissed her. “I felt that.” He ran his hand gently over her stomach. “First time. That was awesome.”

Yeah, it was.

“And a little weird too, I gotta say.”

She elbowed him in the stomach.

“Are you sure it’s the baby? It’s not gas?”

“Michael!”

“If you need to use the bathroom, Meg, just say so. Don’t blame it on ‘the baby.’”

She turned on him, swatted him on the arm.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. His lips closed over hers, and she stilled beneath his hold, lost in the happiness of marriage to Mike.

He straightened, his smile warming her. “I wonder what this one will look like.”

“Are you kidding?” She looked over her shoulder at the sleeping boys. “Have you seen how strong your DNA is?”

He chuckled. “You ready to let these guys sleep?”

She sent them one last look, her two little boys tucked together in one small bed.

Yes, she could let them sleep now.

Smiling, Mike took her hand and led her down the hall.

Dear Friend,

As always, I’m so grateful to meet you here. You’ve spent your time and money on my characters, and I hope you enjoyed every moment with Mike and Meg. They’re the first in a series dealing with second chances, so watch for book two in the Chicago Wind series,
Shelf Life,
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If you’re looking for another book to read, may I recommend
Kept
,
my first book? Readers have compared it to Francine Rivers’
Redeeming Love
¸ and it’s been very well received. It’s about a woman who’s fallen for every lie society preaches and a man who’s given every bit of himself to God. So how could these two have a future together? I hope you enjoy this one while you wait for
Shelf Life.