SEAL's Baby (Navy SEAL Secret Baby Romance) (72 page)

Chapter Fifteen

Taylor

I paced in the waiting room. Cole had
driven me, but he went to get me soup or something. I didn’t really want
anything. My parents had shown up a few minutes ago. My father had hugged me,
but my mother wanted to argue.

“What were you doing in a locker room?”
she said. “The boy’s locker room?”

I hated living in a small town – news
travelled fast. I put my hand up to stop her words. “I don’t want to talk about
it right now.”

My wrists still hurt from where Greg had
tied them. My mother didn’t ask about them or how Dylan was doing. All about
appearances. Had I been this shallow, too? Damn. I had to think about that. Was
that why I wasn’t willing to get any closer to Dylan? Because of how it would
appear?

What a crock. He was a good guy.

“Pumpkin, come sit with me.”

Two police officers appeared in the
doorway of the waiting room. “Taylor Dean?”

“That’s me.”

“Cops? Really.” Mom turned to my father.
“That boy is done if our daughter has to talk to the cops because of him.”

“That isn’t the case, Mother,” I said.

Dylan had saved me. He’d known how much of
a threat that Greg was and had faced the odds to save me. I wouldn’t let my
mother talk badly about him.

“I’m Officer Redmond and this is Officer
Clarke. We need to speak to you about the incident earlier today.”

He glanced at my parents. My mother was
dabbing her eyes. I rolled mine. “They can stay. I’m eighteen, but they are my
parents.”

The cops sat and indicated the chair
across from them. I sat next to my dad, who put a hand on my shoulder.

“We need to know what happened.”

I took a deep breath. Too much was going
to get revealed, but I was tired of lying. “Greg lured me into the locker room.
He said he had something to show me.”

“This is Mr. Grand?”

“Yes, Greg Grand.”

“Okay. What happened next?”

The officer had kind eyes, so it wasn’t
hard talking to him. “He taped my hands together. He made some threats.”

“We need you to be specific.”

I gulped. I hadn’t really been thinking
about what he’d said. I’d been concentrating on Dylan. Now that I had to say
the words out loud, I suddenly realized what I had escaped. Or what Dylan had
saved me from.

“Uh, he said he was going to have sex with
me.”

“Would you have consented?”

“No, sir. I didn’t want to have sex with
Greg.”

The officer looked down at his notepad
then at me. “I have to ask this, I’m sorry. Have you ever had sex with Greg
Grand?”

“No. I haven’t.” My mother let out a noisy
breath. My father squeezed my shoulder.

“Did you know him?”

“I’d been on a date with him this past
weekend. It didn’t go well, and I told him that I didn’t want to see him
again.”

“Verbally?”

“And in text messages.”

Officer Clarke nodded. “We’ll need a
screen shot emailed to us. We might have to take your phone in as evidence, so
don’t delete the text stream.”

Dylan had told me to keep it. He was so
much smarter about these things than I was. “I won’t.”

“What happened next?”

“Greg had me up against the wall when
Dylan came in.”

“Dylan Cabot?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Go ahead,” prompted Officer Redmond when
I didn’t pick up the story right away.

I swallowed, then began again. I could see
my mother staring at me in disbelief. “Dylan tackled Greg and told me to run. I
ran out of the locker room and found a teacher. We went back in. When I saw
Dylan, he was on the ground, unconscious.”

“So, you didn’t see who hit him?”

“No, but no one else was in the locker as
far as I could tell. I was herded out after that.”

“Is there anything you want to add?”

“No, sir.”

Officer Redmond closed his notebook.
“Okay.” He sifted a card out of his pocket. “Send me that text stream and if
there is anything you can think of, please let me know.”

“Okay, sir.”

The officers left, leaving a vacuum in the
room. I looked at my father who had a grim frown on his face.

“Are you sure you weren’t misunderstanding
Greg?” my mother said.

“Mallory, for God’s sake. He taped her
wrists together. Greg is the bad guy in all of this. Not Dylan,” my father
said.

My mother pressed her lips together. Why
was she this judgmental? Even given the facts, she still thought Dylan was bad
news.

“I still think we wouldn’t be in this spot
if it weren’t for Dylan.”

“Mallory, be quiet. You just don’t want to
see the good in him.”

I sighed. My father was right. “If Dylan
hadn’t intervened, I don’t know what would have happened.”

“Why did you go into that locker room?” my
mother asked.

“It’s my fault?” I shouted.

My father gave me a hug. “It’s okay,
kitten. Everything’s fine.”

A nurse came into the waiting room. “Are
you the Deans?”

“Yes.”

“Since Dylan is eighteen, he is considered
an adult, but he has given permission for you to be told about his medical
condition.”

I took my father’s hand as the nurse sat
down.

“He’s had a slight concussion and will
probably have a headache for a few days. He needs rest and to stay calm. You’ll
take him home with you?”

“Of course,” my father said and I couldn’t
love the man any more than I did at that moment.

He wasn’t going to throw Dylan out onto
the street.

“Can I see him?”

“He’s getting his discharge orders. He’ll
be out in a few minutes.”

I nodded and my father stood. “Let me make
sure we get sent the bill.”

Okay. I could love the man more.

***

Dylan hobbled in before my mother could
say anything. I went to hug him, but stopped, not knowing what hurt on him.

“Did you break anything?” I said.

“No. I just have a killer headache,” he
said. “Is your dad here?”

“He’s off paying the bill,” my mother
said. I could hear the bitterness in her voice. I wanted to scream.

Dylan was hurt and he’d saved me from an
assault, and she still couldn’t see the good in him. Dylan grimaced. He’s heard
the negative tones in her voice also. I sighed.

“As soon as he’s done, we’ll go home.”

My mother held out her hand. “Can I read
your discharge orders? What will I be doing for the next few days?”

“You don’t need to take care of me, Mrs.
Dean.”

Her face softened. “Yes, I do, Dylan.
Thank you for helping my daughter.”

That probably almost killed her. I gave
her a big smile, but she didn’t return it. Dylan handed her the paper he had in
his hand. She read it while he stared at her, looking hopeful. Maybe she was
softening, but I wasn’t so easily convinced.

My father returned. “We’re all set. Let’s
get this boy home.”

Dylan rose carefully. I wanted to help
him, but I had no idea how. “Can I see his discharge papers?” I looked at him.
“Is that okay?”

“Sure.”

My mother handed them to me. “He has to
rest. I think we should set him up in the basement so he had movies or
television to watch.”

“You don’t have to go to any trouble, Mrs.
Dean. I can stay in my room.”

“No, Dylan. It’s fine.”

My mother could buck up when necessary.
Dylan nodded. My father smiled and kissed my mother on the cheek. “It’s a good
thing you’re doing, Mallory.”

“I wish my heart was as big as yours some
days, Rob.”

I guess my heart was bigger than my
mother’s.

When we arrived home, I went downstairs
with Dylan. I brought my homework to do. “I talked to the cops before you were
released,” I said.

“I did, too.”

My phone dinged. “That’s Helena. They
charged Greg with assault, but his parents’ lawyer got him out on bail.”

“Of course.”

“His dad is a lawyer, so he knows other
lawyers.”

“Right.”

Dylan had his head on the back of the
couch. His shoeless feet were resting on the coffee table. “Can I get you
something to drink?”

“I’m okay, Taylor.”

“Is it just your head that hurts?”

“No. My whole body hurts. Greg did slam me
against the locker once. It’s not like on television. I didn’t walk away from
the fight unscathed.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

I looked down at the pencil in my hand.
“If I would have believed you that he was dangerous, this wouldn’t have
happened.”

“It was going to happen at some point.
He’s pissed at you, and Bailey used him to get back at you. Does anyone know
that part of this?”

“No, I was able to keep that out of my
story.”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re safe.”

“I am. Thank you. I don’t know what I
would have done if you hadn’t been there.” I shuddered. “You’re a hero.”

“I’m not a hero, Taylor. Please don’t call
me that.”

“You’re my hero, for sure.”

He shook his head then grimaced.

“You want me to leave you alone?”

“No, Taylor. Stay. Just, maybe, talk a
little less.”

“I’ll get you a soda, then I’ll be quiet.”

I retrieved two sodas from the small
refrigerator. I handed one to Dylan. “Thanks.”

I nodded and went back to my homework. He
sat there, not watching television. “You can turn on the TV. It won’t bother
me.”

“I’m not sure I want to watch television,
but thanks.”

I did my history homework, then looked up
at him. His breathing was regular. He must have fallen asleep. He had the soda
resting on his flat stomach. Should I put it on the table so he didn’t drop it?

I rose and tried to edge the can out of
his hand. He startled awake, his eyes flying open.

“I’m sorry. I was just putting your can on
the table so it wouldn’t spill.”

We were close. His eyes looked darker than
usual, like molten chocolate ready to be poured onto a cake. Now, I was hungry.

“It’s okay.”

He didn’t move. He just stared at me. My
mouth went dry. He was really cute. Even injured, he had a certain appeal.

I stepped away, afraid for what might
happen. I could see the disappointment in his eyes. He put the can on the
table. “Now, I won’t spill it.”

“No, you won’t.” I went back to my
homework, but I found him staring at me. “What?”

“You stick your tongue out slightly when
you’re concentrating,” he said.

I laughed a little embarrassed. “I thought
I stopped doing that ages ago.”

“No, you didn’t. It’s cute.”

Cute? I was cute? I blinked, not sure how
to react. I didn’t want to sound like a complete doofus to the guy who had
saved me. The guy who was looking cuter and cuter.

“Why a snake tattoo?”

“I thought it was cool.”

“Will you get it filled in?”

“No, I like it this way.”

“How far up your arm does it go?”

“To my shoulder,” he said.

“How long did it take?”

“I don’t remember. It was over a couple of
days. You want to see it?”

My mouthy went dry. “Uh, sure.”

He took off his shirt then turned to show
me his side. His abs were flat, but he had some muscle to him.

“Cool.”

My fingers itched to touch it, but I
thought that was asking too much. Too personal. I suddenly needed to put some
distance between us. “I wonder if my mother is making dinner soon.”

“I don’t smell anything yet.”

“You hungry? I’ll go see how long it will
be.”

Chicken, I thought to myself as I escaped
upstairs.

Chapter Sixteen

Taylor

I turned from my computer to see Dylan
standing in my doorway. I’d thought I’d heard a knock, but wasn’t sure. He’d
only taken a few days to recover from his concussion and was back at school by
the time Friday rolled around.

“Hi.”

I’d enjoyed my time hanging with him with
week. He was smart, funny, and nothing like what I thought he’d be from what he
looked like. He wasn’t dangerous, at all. No, he was a sweet guy and I was
beginning to have feelings for him. That was bad. He was so amazingly
off-limits to me.