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Chapter Two
Elizabeth gulped. Jason was right. They needed to talk. He deserved to know the truth about her possible pregnancy.
"Why did you run away that morning, without a word?" he asked.
She resisted the urge to bury her face in her hands. She didn't want to talk about their night together. She'd gone to the holiday party to escape her emotionally needy family. She didn't remember hearing that Jason was the new trauma physician, but she did recall the moment she saw him — the attraction was instant. She shamelessly flirted with him, then uncharacteristically spent the rest of the night wallowing in pure, sensual pleasure.
Why had that seemed like such a good idea at the time?
"I —" She shook her head, trying not to be drawn off track.
"The reason isn't important."
"It is to me."
Jason stared at her for a moment, then gruffly asked, "Did I hurt you?"
"No, of course not."
Elizabeth blew out a breath. His nervous concern softened her heart. It was now or never — the urge to chicken out, to avoiding telling him her suspicion was strong. There was no delicate way to break it to him.
"I'm afraid I might be pregnant."
"Pregnant?"
His jaw dropped.
"Elizabeth!"
Mary, one of the ICU nurses, dashed into the break room with wide eyes.
"Did you hear? They're talking twelve to fourteen inches of snow. A blizzard!"
Good grief, could this night get any worse? The last thing she needed was to be snowed in. Elizabeth jumped to her feet, bravely facing Jason.
"Now you know the truth. I have to go."
And before he had a chance to stop her, Elizabeth turned and headed out the door.
Jason could barely think with Elizabeth's words reverberating in his head. Pregnant. Elizabeth might be pregnant. Now that he thought about it, the signs were so clear. Her pale, drawn features, the way her hand was constantly pressed to her stomach, as if she might throw up.
Wait a minute, no reason to panic just yet. They were in the height of flu season and those same symptoms could be from nothing more than a nasty bug.
But if she was pregnant —
His pager sounded and he reluctantly read the message. Another trauma victim, actually two, were on the way. Every fiber of his being wanted to find Elizabeth, to make sure she was really all right, but the trauma victims couldn't wait. Muttering a curse, he took the stairs down to the ED.
"What's the ETA?" he asked, entering the trauma room.
"Any minute."
Maxie Scorpio, the resident on call greeted him.
"One victim has been freed from the wreck; the other is still being extracted."
Within moments, the doors burst open.
"We have a 68-year-old male with a crushing chest injury," the paramedic shouted over the din.
"He's been in and out of V-tach. We had to shock him twice during the ride in."
"Call the cardio-thoracic team."
Jason could see the patient had several other fractures, but his chest injury was the most life-threatening.
"He'll need to go to the OR."
"I'll call them."
Maxie grabbed the closest phone.
Jason took control, rattling off a series of requests for X-rays, lab work and blood. They shocked the patient again, while waiting for the team. He couldn't let his personal life interfere with his work, but thoughts of Elizabeth lingered in the back of his mind while he fought to keep the patient stable.
Fifteen minutes later, the patient was on his way to the OR for emergent open-heart surgery. Their second patient arrived — a younger man suffering severe hypothermia on top of his multiple fractures. A good hour passed before he was able to send the guy up to the Trauma ICU. He planned to follow, but made a quick detour to the supply room, grabbing a pregnancy kit and stuffing it in a brown paper bag.
He'd spent days wondering why Elizabeth had run away, refusing to take his calls. Now there was a bigger reason to get to the bottom of her mysterious behavior. Elizabeth might be pregnant.
Time to know one way or the other for certain.
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