"Shit!" Those fast reflexes held him in good stead as he caught her before she hit the floor.
"Hey....what's going on here?" A silverhaired tornado came from the back.
"She fainted ma'am...I,"
"Here....bring her in here," the little old lady opened the pocket doors to the right and led Cort to a leather couch. "Put her here. Careful now. She's having a baby you know."
"No ma'am, I didn't know not until she opened the door."
"Well don't just stand there...take off her shoes while I cover her....don't need for her to catch a chill." Cort did as he was told, smiling to himself as he watched her bustle about, getting an afghan and covering Scarlet gently with it. She turned to Cort, "You're him aren't ya?" At the look on Cort's face, she sighed, "the one that knocked her up."
"Yes ma'am, I guess I am." Cort was shocked by her plain talk.
She pointed her finger at him, "You stay right here and watch her until I get that mess cleaned up in the hall. Name's Rosie. And yours is?"
"Cort ma'am, Cort Bonner."
Rosie looked Cort over like she was buyin a prize bull and then she grinned, "You'll do. You'll do just fine."
Cort pulled a chair over and sat down, absently rubbing his hands up and down his thighs. Looking down on Scarlet as she slept, he wanted to touch her. Touch her so bad that his hands itched. He remembered that night, how he'd touched her everywhere...kissed her everywhere. He closed his eyes as his mind drifted back to that night.
