"How far is it-where Reyes said they were?"

"Six blocks maybe. I'm not sure if we'll be the first ones on the scene or not, but-"

"We're not," I said, already seeing the flashing lights.

Chief drove a few more blocks and then pulled to the side of the road. First responders were already blocking the road, and firefighters were crowding the overturned cruiser.

I ran over to the vehicle. I was stopped at first until Chief gave the word. I fell on my knees, next to a paramedic beside the cruiser. Surrounded by debris, the vehicle was mashed in spots, every window shattered.

"Mare?" I cried, pressing my face against the wet dirt.

Half of the car was still in the street, and the other half-America's side-had settled on the gra.s.s.

Blonde waves snaked out of the small opening that was once the pa.s.senger window. The long tendrils were soaked with rain, pink in a small section.

My breath caught, and I looked over my shoulder to the paramedic. "She's bleeding!"

"We're working on it. You're going to have to move in a second, so I can start her a line."

I nodded. "Mare?" I said again, reaching in.

I wasn't sure what I was touching, but I could feel her soft skin. She was still warm.

"Be careful!" the medic said.

"America? Can you hear me? It's Shep. I'm here."

"Shepley?" a small voice called from the vehicle.

The paramedic pushed me out of the way. "She's awake!" he yelled to his partner.

The activity of emergency personnel around the car increased.

"Shepley?" America called, this time louder.

An officer picked me up off the ground and held me back.

"I'm here!" I called.

A small hand reached out into the rain, and I fell on my knees, crawling toward her.

I grabbed her hand before anyone could stop me. "I'm here, baby. I'm right here." I kissed her hand, feeling something sharp on my lips.

On her ring finger was the diamond I had planned to propose to her with-again-this weekend at her parents' house.

My bottom lip trembled, and I kissed her fingers again. "Stay awake, Mare. They're going to get you out of there soon."

I lay on the ground, holding her hand, for a few minutes until a firefighter brought over a hydraulic tool to pry open the door. The officer pulled me out of the way, and America reached for me with her fingers again.

"Shepley?" she cried.

"He's going to stand back a bit while we get you out of there, okay? Sit tight, ma'am."

The same officer from before patted my shoulder. It was then that I noticed he had bandages on his head.

"You're Reyes?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, sir. I tried to get us out of the way. It was too late."

I nodded once.

Chief approached. "You should let me take you to the hospital, Reyes."

"Not until she's out," he said, staring at the firefighters positing the tool.

With a single handle, the firefighter positioned two metal pincers near the door. The high-pitched whine of the hydraulics melded with the loud drone of the fire trucks.

America cried out, and I lunged toward the cruiser.

Reyes held on to me. "Stand back, Shepley," he said. "They'll get her out faster if you stay out of the way."

My jaw clenched tight. "I'm right here!" I called.

The sun had set, and floodlights had been positioned all around the cruiser. Covered bodies were lying in a line along the sidewalk, barely one hundred yards away. It was almost impossible to stand there and wait for someone else to help America, but there was nothing I could do but let her know that I was still close. Waiting for them to free her was the only option.

I covered my mouth with my hand, feeling tears burning my eyes. "How long?" I asked.

"Just a few minutes," Chief said. "Maybe less."

I watched them cut and pry the door off the cruiser, and then they worked to free her leg. She cried out again. Reyes's grip on my arm grew tighter.

"She is a firecracker," he said. "She wouldn't take no for an answer. Insisted on riding with me, hoping she would find you."

Chief laughed once. "I know someone like that."

The paramedic reached in with a neck collar, and once he stabilized her neck, he pulled her out, inch by inch. Once I saw her face and her beautiful big eyes looking around in shock and awe, the tears fell.

I stood a few feet away while they stabilized her on the stretcher, and then I was finally allowed to hold her hand again.

"She's going to be okay," the paramedic said. "She's got a small cut on the crown of her head. Her left ankle is likely broken. That's the worst of it."

I looked down at America and kissed her cheek, feeling relief wash over me. "You found the ring."

She smiled, a tear falling from the corner of her eye and down her temple. "I found the ring."

I swallowed. "I know it's a traumatic situation. I know that you hate that Abby asked Travis after the fire, but-"

"Yes," America said without hesitation. "If you're asking me to marry you, yes." She sucked in a breath, tears streaming from her eyes.

"I'm asking you to marry me," I choked out before kissing the ring on her finger.

Once the paramedics loaded America's stretcher into the ambulance, I followed Reyes into the back with her. She winced when we went over b.u.mps, but she never let go of my hand.

"I can't believe you're here," she said softly. "I can't believe you're okay."

"I never stay lost for long. I can always find my way back to you."

America breathed out a small laugh and closed her eyes, letting herself relax.

America "It's beautiful," I said, looking around Travis and Abby's new home. "Did you say four bedrooms?"

Abby nodded. "Two downstairs, two up."

I lifted my chin, looking up the stairs. They were lined by white wooden spindles and covered by newly laid taupe carpet. The wood floors were sparkling, and the new furniture, rugs, and decor had been placed perfectly.

"It looks like it's straight from Better Homes and Gardens magazine," I said, shaking my head in awe.

Abby looked around with a smile, sighing and nodding. "We've been saving for a long time. I wanted it to be perfect. So did Trav."

I twirled my wedding ring around my finger. "It is. You look tired."

"Unpacking and organizing will do that to you," she said, walking into the living room.

She sat on the ottoman, and I sat on the sofa. It was the second thing Travis had purchased since he'd met Abby.

"He's going to love it when he gets home," I said. "They should be here soon."

She looked at her watch, absently twisting a long caramel strand. "Any minute actually. Remind me to thank Shepley for picking him up from the airport. I know he doesn't like to leave you alone these days."

I looked down, running my palm over my round belly. "You know he'd do anything for you and Travis."

Abby rested her chin on her fist and shook her head. "It's hard to believe yours will be Jim's fourth grandbaby. Olive, Hollis, Hadley, and now ..."

"Still not telling," I said with a smile.

"C'mon! It's killing me not to know! Just tell me the gender."

I shook my head, and Abby laughed, only half-frustrated with my secret.

"It's still our secret-at least for three more weeks."

Abby grew quiet. "Are you afraid?"

I shook my head. "Looking forward to not being a waddling puffy incubator, to be honest."

Abby tilted her head, sympathetic. She reached over to the end table to straighten a frame that held a black-and-white photo from their vow renewal in St. Thomas.

I touched my belly, pressing in on whatever baby part was stretching against my ribs. "In about six months, you're going to have to move your breakables to higher ground."

Abby grinned. "Looking forward to it."

The front door opened, and Travis yelled across the foyer, his voice carrying easily into the living room, "I'm home, Pigeon!"

"I'll let you guys catch up," I said, positioning myself to scoot off the sofa.

"No, stay," Abby said, standing.

"But ... he's been gone for ten days," I said, watching her saunter across the room to meet Travis in the wide doorway.

"Hi, baby," Travis said, slipping both arms around his wife. He pressed his lips against hers, breathing her in through his nose.

Shepley sat on the sofa next to me, kissing me and then my belly. "Daddy's here," he said.

The baby shifted, and I sat up, trying to allow for more s.p.a.ce.

"Somebody missed you," I said, running my fingers over Shepley's hair.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Good," I said, nodding.

He frowned. "I'm getting impatient."

I arched an eyebrow. "You are?"

He laughed once and then looked up at his cousin.

"Where you goin'?" Travis asked, watching Abby leave for the kitchen. She came back with two helium balloons on a string and a s...o...b..x. He chuckled, confused, and then read the top of the box. "Welcome home, Daddy."

"Oh my G.o.d!" I screamed before covering my mouth.

Holding the box, Travis looked at me, then Shepley, and then back at Abby. "It's cute. Is it for Shep?"

Abby slowly shook her head.

Travis swallowed, his eyes instantly glossing over. "For me?"

She nodded.

"You're pregnant?"

She nodded again.

"I'm going to be a dad?" He looked at Shepley, his eyes wide, a huge goofy grin on his face. "I'm going to be a dad! No f.u.c.kin' way! No way!" he said, a tear falling down his face. He laughed, a bordering-on-crazy high-pitched laugh.

He wiped his cheek and then took Abby in his arms, whirling her around. Abby giggled, burying her face in his neck.

He set her down. "Really?" he asked, cautious.