Free The Marine's Virgin Lover by Leslie North Page A

Frustrated that he was unable to get through to anyone, he next tried his brother. Maybe Chance could run down Shawn.
    “Chance?”
    “Hey bro. Give me a minute. I’m……pulling……lot.”
    “What? Chance, hey man, you’re breaking up here. Say again.”
    “Hospital....call……,” and then the line went dead.
    Cursing beneath his breath, he dialed Chance back and felt like screaming when it went straight to his voicemail. The world was conspiring against him today, and he had good news to share.
    Calling Trent, he again was met with voicemail. The cell service in the hospital was sketchy on a good day, and today definitely wasn’t one of those.
    “No luck?” Chelsea asked from the backseat.
    “No. I had Chance for a minute, but then his cell cut out.”
    “So now what?” Chelsea wanted to know. “Do we contact the police?”
    Shaking his head, Seth replied, “No. The hospital didn’t release the name of the baby taken to help protect Trent and Brianna’s privacy. Our best bet would be to sneak back into the hospital. I imagine the media has the front entrances staked out.”
    “Well I can guarantee we’ll draw attention if we try to walk right into the hospital with a newborn baby.”
    “Yeah, I was thinking the same thing.”
    “So, what then?”
    “I don’t know. Let me think for a moment.” Seth went through the various options and came up with the only available solution. They would have to get back into the hospital the same way Marco had – by helicopter.
    Looking at Chelsea in the mirror once again, he asked, “You afraid of flying?”
    “What? No, I mean I don’t think so.”
    “Good.” Seth made the requisite phone calls and arranged to have the company chopper pick he and his companions up at the Mother Cabrisi shrine. It was located several miles outside the city, and had a fully functional helipad. He would leave his car parked there and have someone drive him out to retrieve it later. Right now, he had a precious present to deliver to Trent and Brianna.
     

Chapter 13
     
    Chelsea had never ridden in a helicopter and was still undecided about whether or not the experience was one she would like to repeat. It was extremely noisy, and her little charge was very upset by all of the commotion. She tried feeding her a bottle, but the little girl just screamed louder as formula dripped down her chin and onto the blanket beneath her.
    Seth had given her a set of headphones and feeling him tap her arm and gesture to her ears, she put them on, “Is she okay?” Seth asked her.
    Chelsea nodded, “She’s just really upset. The noise and everything….”
    “We’ll be at the hospital in about fifteen minutes. Sure beats navigating the traffic, huh?”
    Chelsea laughed, “Yeah. I hate driving in the traffic. That’s the one thing I miss most about New Mexico. We never had much traffic, rush hour or otherwise.”
    Seth smiled at her, “Look out your window. That’s the hospital over there. The pilot’s going to set us down on that big ‘X’ on top of the building. Wait for me to come around and help you out, okay?”
    Chelsea just nodded. She was so out of her element. Seth acted as if flying in a helicopter was an everyday occurrence to him. She was curious about the man beside her. He seemed to have a vast amount of resources at his disposal, and listening to him talk she guessed he had military training as well. He carried himself a lot like her former brother-in-law had.
    She hoped that after they arrive at the hospital she would have the opportunity to contact her sister. She didn’t want to worry her, but guessed that the police might end up holding her for questioning, and with Mr. Bresi currently out of the country, she wasn’t sure how long that might take.
    Seth watched Chelsea and wondered at the worry he saw fill her eyes. Was she worried about the landing? Getting her attention again, he told her, “Hey, don’t worry. I’ve flown with this pilot plenty of times.