Infinite by Angela Graham Page B

head turning slowly back to me. It was then I noticed her wide, terrified eyes and that the pink tint to her cheeks had turned ashen. Something was wrong.
    But it was Julia’s swearing and nails digging into my arm as she pointed to a wet spot spreading across the back of Hilary’s white dress that sent my heart rate spiking to alarming levels.
    “Cassandra!” Hilary’s voice cracked just as her knees gave out.
     

Chapter 2
    In what seemed like hours but couldn’t have been more than one, Caleb and Logan rushed through the maternity ward’s security doors. The look of distress on Caleb’s face was one I’d never forget.
    His haunted green eyes, sunken into his pale face, quickly met mine. “Where is she? Where’s Hilary?”
    I started toward him. “In the back. We don’t—”
    “Why the fuck aren’t you back there with her?” he cut me off, his fear immediately switching to anger as he raced toward me.
    “Whoa.” Logan shot around him, stopping him with a white-knuckled grip on his shoulder. “Easy, Caleb. I know you’re worried, but this isn’t Cassandra’s fault.”
    That was my man, always protecting me. But Caleb wasn’t a real threat, and we both knew it.
    My voice softened with calming sympathy. “They wouldn’t let me go with her. I tried.” I glanced wearily at Tarzan, who was standing in the corner, completely out of place. It was sweet that he stuck around, despite me telling him he didn’t need to. But I still wasn’t sure if it was chivalrous or creepy. “She, um…passed out, and he carried her in, and then—”
    In a move so fast we all practically missed it, Caleb had Tarzan pinned against the wall by his throat. “Who the hell are you, and why the fuck were you carrying my pregnant wife?”
    So much for good deeds. The entire situation was already out of control, and Caleb’s misdirected worry taking a destructive turn wasn’t helping. And wife ? The wedding was still a week away—not that it was the time for a reminder.
    Logan stood beside Tarzan with a stern expression. “Go find your woman,” he said to Caleb, redirecting his attention. “I got this.”
    Caleb’s grip on the poor guy tightened noticeably. “Don’t carry a pregnant woman again unless she’s yours. Yeah?”
    Tarzan nodded his head wildly. “Y-yeah.”
    Caleb released him and stormed toward the nurses’ station without another word. I wondered if Logan noticed the unsteady legs leading his best friend. Caleb was terrified, and so was I. Premature babies survive and live healthy, happy lives all the time, I reminded myself for what had to be the umpteenth time that hour. Hilary and the baby had to be all right.
    Once Caleb was ushered down the hall by a nurse, Logan turned his focus back to Tarzan, whose hand was rubbing his throat.
    “Thanks for the help,” Logan gritted through a clenched jaw, though the tone of his words was grateful. “You can go now.”
    Tarzan looked to me, but all I had to offer was a slight wave and weak, albeit thankful, smile. It seemed to be enough, though, because for such a beefy guy he sure could run fast.
    Tension clouded the air, thickening impossibly when Logan’s body turned from me to Julia. A fierce scowl covered his face.
    “Strip club, with a pregnant woman?” he asked his sister pointedly. “That seemed like a good idea?”
    “Would’ve happened anywhere we were,” she bit back, dismissing his scrutiny with a slight wave of her hand. “Besides, that hardly seems relevant now. Where’s Luke?”
    “Down speaking with the cops. They followed us the whole way—presumably because we were doing a hundred miles an hour—but Caleb wasn’t about to pull over.”
    “And you left him to handle that alone?” Julia threw her arms out to the sides. “What if they haul him to jail?”
    “Hardly seems relevant,” he quipped back in the most condescendingly placid tone possible before catching me in his gaze and holding out his hand. “Come