Sometimes, when life looks darkest
Hope shines the brightest.
Richard Carinson hasn’t had much in his life truly worth protecting – until now. With a new wife and an unborn child, he can’t afford to make any mistakes, or take any chances his past will come back to haunt them. But some sins can’t be wiped away, and Rick’s are about to come calling – on his wife and child. To save Tamia and their son, Rick’s going to have to make the biggest sacrifice of his life – and it just might cost him everything.
“When Heroes Fall” — Excerpt from HERO’s HOPE (Underground, Book #4) —
The hydrolift ride to the fourth floor was torture as he debated the wisdom of what he was about to do. If only Emergency Rooms and clinics didn’t require fingerprint identification. He’d much rather go there. Involving her was dangerous, and she wouldn’t like keeping his secret, either. Outside her door, he paused for a heartbeat, and told himself she would understand. She might not like it, but she would keep his secret.
Enough. He raised his left hand and knocked on her door, before he could change his mind.
“Just a moment.” The voice was muffled. Then, the sound of movement, before the door opened, and he watched her face drain of color, her green eyes wide in disbelief as a gasp left her.
He quirked her a tired grin. God, he was tired of this charade. “That’s eloquent, for a journalist.”
She recovered quickly, and her gaze shot up and down the empty hallway. “Get in here, before someone sees you, and—” She froze as he flinched when she tugged at his right arm, before he moved past her, into the apartment. Her gaze latched onto his side, where the dark stain was spreading. “Oh my god, you’re bleeding!”
“Yeah.” He sank onto the edge of her sofa as a wave of dizziness hit him.
“Idiot.” The word held no rancor, just open concern, as she moved to her bathroom and returned with antiseptic and first-aid kit. “Take off that coat and your shirt.”
He frowned, suddenly uncomfortable. “Jean, I don’t think—”
She glared at him as she set the items down on an end table and fisted her hands on her hips. “Get over yourself. I did. Now, strip.”
He was too light-headed to sustain this argument. He told himself his wife would understand, even as he reluctantly stripped off his coat and shirt as Jean sat down beside him. She barely spared him a glance, her gaze fixed on the bloody gash in his side as she examined the wound.
“Who the hell did you have a knife-fight with?” She asked evenly as she turned to retrieve a bottle of antiseptic wash and a gauze pad from her kit.
“No one.” He wasn’t about to discuss this.
“Really.” She tipped the bottle, coating the gauze in green gel, before she applied it to his side.
He hissed and sat bolt upright. “Shit, that stings!”
“You deserve worse.” Her expression hardened. “You want to tell me what’s going on?”
“Surprise, surprise.” She sighed, and shook her head. “I assume you have a good reason.”
A different pain, one no antiseptic could soothe, twisted inside him. “A damn good one.”
“It better be.” She applied a wound microsealer to the gash. “Because this one’s going to come back to bite you in the ass, my friend.”
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