to his ear, his pulse accelerating when he heard it ringing.
Come on. Come on. Answer. Come on, baby.
It stopped ringing, and he heard distortion.
“Angelina!” he shouted. “Can you hear me? Are you there?”
“Micah.”
Her voice, whispery soft, thin and strained, came over the line. He nearly wept in relief.
“Baby, talk to me. Have you gotten any bead on your location yet? How are you doing?”
He forced himself to curtail the questions before he overwhelmed her. Connor glanced sideways at Micah, his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter.
“I’m tired.”
“I know, Angel girl. I know. As soon as we find you, I promise you can sleep for a week. Now talk to me about what’s around you.”
“It’s not so heavy now,” she said. “I’m next to an open field, but there’s no houses. No cars. Am I going in circles?”
Micah closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
“Ask her about helicopters,” Connor said.
“Angel, have you heard any helicopters? Close by?”
There was a hesitation.
“I thought I heard one a while ago, but it didn’t seem close.”
“I want you to stay on the phone with me, okay? Just keep talking and keep walking.”
“Micah, I see a sign up ahead!”
His heart started hammering double time.
“Take your time. Don’t rush. When you get close enough to see, tell me what it says.”
Connor picked up his phone, ready to call the information in to Damon so he could relay it to the helicopters and the others on the ground.
All Micah could hear was her harsh breathing blowing through the phone. He was afraid to ask her about the bleeding, and as much as he wanted to, he didn’t dare bring up the baby. He’d lived with a knot the size of a football in his gut ever since she’d dropped the bomb about Chad forcing her to take a pregnancy test.
“Moss Hill. It says Moss Hill.”
Micah turned to Connor, a question in his eyes. “She said Moss Hill. Where the hell is that?”
Connor held up a finger as he quickly related over the phone the information Angelina had given them.
“Micah, there’s a car coming,” Angelina said. “They’ll see me. They have to see me.”
“No! Angel, stay off the road.”
He heard her voice, faint as if she’d pulled the phone away from her ear. The sound of a vehicle, distant at first and then louder, spilled through the phone.
He curled his hand around the cell phone and cursed long and hard.
There was muffled conversation. A man’s voice and then Angelina’s, but he couldn’t make out what was being said.
Finally Angelina came back on the line.
“Micah?”
“I’m here, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
“This man said he’d help me.”
“Put him on,” Micah demanded.
“Uh, hello?”
The man sounded older and worried.
“My name is Micah Hudson. I’m looking for Angelina, the woman you stopped to help. I need you to tell me your exact location.”
“She’s hurt pretty bad, mister. I think I should take her on to the hospital. There’s a lot of blood.”
Micah blew out his breath to try to assuage the sickness swelling in his stomach.
“No,” he said calmly. “Tell me where you are. We have helicopters close. We can get her to the hospital much faster and every second counts. Get her inside your vehicle and keep her warm until we get there.”
Angelina lay across the seat in the extended cab of the truck, shivering as the heater piped in warm air. It wasn’t actually cold. Far from it—the man who’d stopped for her was standing outside the truck to escape the heat, although he popped his head in regularly.
She thought it likely he was worried she was going to die on him.
At times she was worried too.
She drifted in and out, but she wasn’t sure if it was an actual loss of consciousness or if she just fell asleep and woke at varying intervals.
The pain had numbed, and all she felt was a bone-deep chill. That loss of pain worried her. Her body should be screaming, but it seemed she became less aware of her injuries and her surroundings with each passing minute.
Micah was coming for her. She’d be okay.
She blinked against the sudden tears and then closed her eyes as the tears slipped down her cheeks, warming her chilled skin. Micah had lost so much because of her. Because of one man’s obsession. Looking back, there didn’t seem to be much difference between Chad’s preoccupation with her and her own fixation on Micah.
No doubt in Chad’s fractured mind he wasn’t capable