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Hot for a Cop (The Single Moms of Seattle Book 2)(3)
Author: Whitley Cox

Originally from Nebraska, he, his mom and sister fled his abusive father and moved to Phoenix when Isaac was eight and his sister, Natalie, only five. But now that he and Natalie were grown, neither of them lived in Arizona. His mother married a man from Ecuador two years ago and moved down there to be with him. Natalie was studying abroad in Germany, getting her PhD in some very specific kind of genetics, and even though six feet under would be ideal, he knew his father was back in prison. He’d been out on parole for a year, but then was put away again for money laundering, racketeering and possession of illegal firearms.

So Isaac really had no one.

Sure, he had friends. And he would call his mother and sister on Christmas, and he ordered them gifts online to be delivered directly, gift-wrapped and everything. But he didn’t have anybody he could turn to in Seattle whom he could call family.

Which was why he volunteered to work Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. He took the long, ugly shifts because he could. So other cops with families and children could be with those they loved while Isaac raked in the overtime and kept the crazies from looting empty houses like those two crooks from Home Alone.

His stomach grumbled, and he went to reach for a granola bar from his bag on the passenger side of his truck when he noticed the person in the SUV next to him had opened their door.

What the hell? It was windy as fuck and raining like he’d never seen in his ten years living in Seattle. Who would leave their door just wide open? The wind was going to whip it clean off its hinges. That’s when he saw the hand gripping the handle.

White knuckles.

The hand slipped, then scrambled to grab the handle again before finally failing and disappearing completely.

What the …

Abandoning his granola bar, he unbuckled his belt and leaned over his bench seat to see what was going on. That’s when he saw the woman on the ground, her face a mask of pure agony as she held one hand protectively over an enormous belly and struggled to make purchase somewhere on her vehicle with the other hand.

Holy fuck.

Before he could think twice about what he was doing, he was out of his truck and in the rain, running to the woman.

“I gotcha, I gotcha,” he said, though he wasn’t sure she heard him. The wind had probably carried his voice down to Oregon by now. With his hands beneath her arms, he helped her up. “Back in you go.”

He made to place her back behind the wheel, but she screamed out, “No! I’m in labor. The baby is coming now. I need to get into the back seat.”

What the fuck?

“Now?”

She nodded, her whole body soaked, blonde hair plastered to the side of her face. With cornflower-blue eyes, full of more fear than he’d ever seen in his life and brimming with tears, she dug her nails into his arm. “Help me, please.”

He was a cop, not a paramedic. He didn’t know how to deliver a baby. He knew basic first aid. That was it. He’d hardly even held a baby, let alone caught one shooting out of a person like a football.

But he was a first responder. And this woman needed his help. He would do what he could, even if it wasn’t much.

“Okay, okay,” he said gently, shutting the door to the driver’s side and opening up the back passenger door. He folded the seat down so she could lie down through to the back hatch. The other seat already had a car seat installed. “You need me to call your husband or something?”

She climbed into the back on all fours, groaning and pausing as what was obviously another contraction hit her. He waited in the rain and wind until the contraction subsided and she climbed in the rest of the way.

“No husband. Doing this … alone.” She grunted as she flopped to her back.

Isaac climbed in, folded the driver’s seat forward and sat on it. “What do you need from me?”

“Who’s there?” came a female voice from inside the truck.

“Lauren, did you find a doctor?” asked another woman.

Isaac wasn’t an idiot. There was no other person in the vehicle, so those voices had to be coming from her phone. “I’m not a doctor. I’m a cop,” he said. “Who am I speaking to?”

“A cop? Well, it’s better than nothing. We’re Lauren’s friends. Celeste and Bianca. Have you ever delivered a baby before?”

“No.”

“Do you have your own kids?”

“No.”

“A lot of good he’s going to be,” one woman muttered.

“Well, at least she’s not alone now,” the other replied.

“You need to help her get her pants off and place some towels beneath her. There is going to be a lot of blood. Her water already broke in the front seat.”

“I should call 911. They can talk me through delivering the baby,” he said, dreading the idea of being the first person a baby saw when he or she entered the world.

“You’re not catching this baby,” she said to him, her eyes wide in panic. “He’s not catching this baby,” Lauren cried out to her friends, her face twisting in more pain. “He’s too hot to see me, to see it in such a godawful state. I watched those birthing videos. Everything swells and goes flat and nasty. No fucking way. I’ll catch this baby myself. I think I’ve got a mirror on the compact in my purse.”

“She’s being ridiculous,” one of the women murmured. He had no clue who was Celeste and who was Bianca, and at this point in the chaos, he didn’t care.

“What’s your name, officer?” the other woman asked.

“Isaac,” he replied.

“Okay, Isaac, call 911. Let them know a woman is in labor on the interstate, then maybe go knock on some car windows to see if there is a nurse or doctor or paramedic in the jam. Somebody to help you.”

“Should I leave her, though?” He was a cop. He should have known to call 911 first. This pregnant woman in such pain was making him forget all his training.

Lauren’s face was once again scrunched up as she braved her way through another contraction. Her eyes were shut. Her teeth gnashed and bared as she squirmed where she lay. “Go!” she finally yelled. “Go find me someone who can catch this baby. But then you come back.” Her eyes flashed open. “Please, don’t leave me.”

He nodded and opened the door again. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Isaac had been through war. He’d been through shootouts and armed robberies, hostage negotiations and talking people off bridges. But none of that compared to the helplessness he felt right now as he wandered up and down the rows of vehicles knocking on windows.

After graduating college, he enlisted in the marines and was deployed to Iraq, where he served two back-to-back tours before returning to the U.S. and enrolling in the police academy. He’d never been to Seattle before, but a buddy in the marines had grown up in the Pacific Northwest and said there wasn’t a better place to live. Stuart died before he was able to return home, but Isaac took his words to heart and decided to see what all the hype was about. Stuart had not led him astray.

The moment Isaac saw the sunset, the mountains and the trees, the ocean and the ferry boats, he knew he’d found his forever home. He found an apartment within a week and enrolled in the police academy a day later. And he hadn’t looked back since.

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