Aftershock. Jill Sorenson

was kind of screwed up.”

      “How’d you get better?”

      “I met some other war veterans. They were like a support group. I also read a lot. I read Dune while I was recovering.”

      “Really? That’s amazing.”

      He didn’t see how, but it wasn’t polite to argue with a lady.

      “What else did you read?”

      “Lots of things.” He tried to remember some titles. Science fiction and fantasy were his favorites. He also enjoyed travel stories, wilderness adventures...anything to take him away from cold, hard reality. “Watership Down, The Stand, Lord of the Rings, White Fang.”

      She smiled. “I’ve read some of those.”

      That didn’t surprise him. Her eyes were alight with intelligence and compassion. She reminded him of some of the teachers he’d had in college. “It’s kind of ironic, but the last book I read was about a guy who got his arm stuck in a rock.”

      “Aron Ralston? I read that, too.”

      “Did you?”

      “Yes. It wasn’t my usual type of story, but I enjoyed it. I’ll read anything.”

      “If I find any books in the cars, I’ll bring them to you.”

      She glanced out the window, falling silent. They hadn’t been able to sit down for more than a few moments at a time. Leisure reading wasn’t on the schedule. “Hopefully we won’t have to cut any limbs off to get free.”

      He shouldn’t have brought up that Ralston book. It was a little grisly. “Do you want to lie down and rest?”

      “No,” she said. “I have to check on Mrs. Engle again. I’ll see if Penny can come over here to monitor the radio.”

      He had to get going also. “Let me show you how to do a basic SOS.” Turning the CB back on, he tapped three short beats, followed by three longer beats, and then three more short beats. “It just repeats. You can try different channels and frequencies.”

      Before he climbed out of the truck, she reached between them, covering his hand with hers. The bandage, which had been snowy-white in the predawn darkness, was now dingy. Like everything else he touched.

      “Thank you,” she said.

      “I haven’t done anything.”

      “You’ve done a lot.”

      Her hand looked small compared to his. Slender and capable, while his were clumsy, blunt fingered, brutish. She squeezed his palm gently, her fingertips sweeping over his thumb. The caress was innocent; his reaction, anything but.

      He had to go now, before she noticed. “Can I have my hand back?”

      She released it with a frown, confused by his rudeness. If she only knew. He muttered a terse goodbye and left the semi, walking away in discomfort. After putting several car lengths of distance between them, he slowed his pace, taking a deep breath.

      That was close.

      He really had to get ahold of himself. If he couldn’t control his thoughts, or his body’s response to her, he might not be able to control his actions. Lauren had placed her trust in him. He was supposed to guard her from the other men.

      Who would guard her from him?

      CHAPTER FIVE

      AFTER LAUREN SAW to her patients, she checked on Penny again.

      The teenager was having her hair done at Cadence’s “beauty shop” inside the RV. Penny was sitting on the floor in front of the bed, her hands cupped under her swollen belly, legs crossed at the ankle. Cadence was perched on the mattress behind her, mouth pursed in concentration. With her dark brown hair braided into two neat sections, Penny looked like Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island.

      Penny had styled Cadence’s hair also. The girl’s thick curls were tamed into two puffy pom-poms.

      Lauren waited for Cadence to finish, her heart warmed by the scene. She’d always wanted a sister. Her mother hadn’t fussed with her hair much. But Lauren had been a tomboy, more interested in playing sports than dressing up.

      “I wanted my hair out of the way,” Penny said, fingering the braids.

      “In case the baby comes,” Cadence added.

      “Are you having contractions?” Lauren asked, concerned.

      “No. Just lower-back pain.”

      Lauren checked her vital signs and palpated her abdomen. “Is it a boy or a girl?”

      “I don’t know. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

      “You’ve had medical care throughout the pregnancy?”

      “Yes. I’ve been taking my prenatal vitamins and going to the doctor every few weeks.”

      “No complications?”

      She shook her head.

      “Any complaints?”

      “I have to pee every five minutes.”

      Lauren smiled, removing her stethoscope. “The baby’s head is putting pressure on your bladder,” she explained. “That’s normal. It’s the right position for delivery. We don’t want the baby to come out feet first.”

      Cadence seemed excited by the idea of a new addition to their group. Penny appeared sick with worry, which was understandable. Going into labor under these circumstances could be disastrous.

      “Drink plenty of water, even though it makes you pee. You’ll lose a lot of fluids when the baby is born.”

      Lauren didn’t want to take Penny away from Cadence, or the safety of the RV, but she needed her help with the radio. If she didn’t join Garrett on the search for supplies, he’d go alone and possibly endanger himself.

      She didn’t know what to think of him. Sometimes she caught him staring at her in a caged-animal sort of way. Hungry, but unable to hunt. He also seemed tense and distant, as if her presence set his nerves on edge.

      Maybe she was imagining things. They were all stressed out.

      “We found a CB radio,” she said to Penny. “We haven’t had any luck with responses, but we need to keep trying. If you’re feeling up to it, I’d like for you to send out a message in Spanish.”

      “Sure,” Penny said, rising to her feet. The huge belly didn’t hamper her movements as much as Lauren expected. She was young and spry and eager to leave the claustrophobic confines of the RV.

      Cadence stood also. “What can I do?”

      Lauren squeezed her shoulder. “Stay inside for now. Garrett and I are going to search the cars some more. We’ll come back for lunch.”

      She didn’t like being cooped up any more than Penny. Eyes watering, she curled up on the bed and hugged a pillow to her chest.

      When they were outside the RV, Penny said, “She misses her mom. They were talking on the phone when the earthquake hit.”

      Lauren thought of her own mother and felt a stab of guilt. Their relationship had been strained since her father’s death, but she knew her mother loved her. Right now, she was probably worried out of her mind.

      “I hope the rest of my family is okay,” Penny said.

      “Do they live nearby?”

      Penny shook her head. “L.A.”

      “Maybe that’s best. Farther from the epicenter.”

      They passed Don, who was helping Garrett make an SOS flag, and climbed into the truck. Lauren showed her how the radio worked. Penny voiced a tremulous