but not now. Not when someone else depended on me. Leah was right. My reputation preceded me, and not in a good way. It colored everyone’s perception of me. My image caused the trouble now, and I was fucked because of it.
I stared into the darkness, tasting car exhaust and the copper tang of blood from where I bit my lip in the toss to the ground.
Was she hurt too?
“You’re gonna sit right here,” Officer Burke said. “I clocked you driving fast enough to impound that pretty little car and haul your ass in for reckless driving.”
“Then let me call my lawyer so I can sue your ass for keeping me from the hospital.”
Officer Burke grinned at me, reached for his radio. He called to dispatch. “Officer Twenty-Three Thirty requesting backup at the intersection of Hayes and Fourth.”
Fuck. Me.
I clenched my fists, but I reached for my phone instead of raging. The asshole’s LED flashlight blinded me. Officer Burke grunted.
“Maybe we ought to do a sobriety test.”
Christ, I had one sip of the drink. Even if I had two shots, I was six-four and over two hundred pounds. Nothing was affecting me unless I cracked the bottle over my head as well.
Officer Burke forced me to my feet and laughed.
“Standing on one leg with that busted knee should be fun, huh, Carson? Can you do it?”
And not cause damage? And not blow my career?
“No.”
“Great, I’ll take you in for a blood-test.”
Christ. This wasn’t happening. “No. I’ll do it. Just hurry the fuck up.”
“Easy, Play-Maker. We do things slow on my field, you get me?”
Humiliation. Rage. My fear for the baby sliced through my veins.
What the hell was I supposed to do? If I didn’t get the hell out of this mess now, God only knew what Leah would endure alone.
What would happen if she lost the baby and I wasn’t there?
Officer Burke recited the instructions for the bullshit sobriety test as another cruiser pulled up. The second officer hurried to the scene, and I breathed a little easier as I recognized him.
“Jack Carson!” Officer Ryan said. “Imagine finding you in trouble again.”
If the night had one benefit, it was Officer Ryan. He was the responding officer to my car crash a few months ago, and he just delivered the police report to me last week. He greeted both of us, and I took my chance before Burke could give him the details.
“My pregnant girlfriend went to the hospital. Something’s wrong with my baby, and I’m trying to get to her.”
Officer Burke scowled. “He was going seventy off the ramp. I’m thinking of hauling him in.”
Officer Ryan was a younger guy, and the ring on his finger was loose, like it was too new and he forgot to get it resized. If anyone was going to understand a new family, I hoped it’d be him.
“You can listen to the voicemail I got.” I didn’t reach for my pocket but I pointed to where my cell was. “Come on. I just want to get to her.”
“What’s her name?”
“Leah Ruth Williams.”
“I’ll see if the story checks out.” He pulled his radio and called dispatch, detailing the information. The crackles answered after a minute or so with the records. He turned to me. “She was taken by ambulance to McGrin Regional.”
Ambulance.
Because I wasn’t there to help her.
She had to wait for strangers to rescue her. How much time had been wasted that might have helped her?
Officer Burke swore. He pointed at me. “Don’t move.”
“We should let him go,” Officer Ryan said. “He takes this to the media, says we delayed him while his girl had a problem with her pregnancy? Holy shit, talk about bad press.”
Finally, someone else’s reputation worked in my favor. Burke swore and ripped a page from his ticket book. He signed his name and tossed it at my feet. Officer Ryan nodded.
“I’ll escort you to the hospital so you don’t kill yourself or anyone else.”
My knee screamed as I rushed to the car, but I refused to let it stop me. I turned, hating to ask the question.
“Did they say if she was okay?”
Officer Ryan shook his head. “We can go find out. Follow me.”
The adrenaline slowly poisoned me. I needed to run. Fight. Hold Leah. Instead I dove into my car and, for the first time, followed the police cruiser with the flashing lights.
It didn’t give me hope.
Just the opposite.
My heart broke the closer we got to the hospital. She had been alone for so long.
I was probably too