Free Mommy Midwife by Cassie Miles Page B

was reconsidering even now. Blue for a boy seemed too mundane. “I’ve been thinking about names. Nothing seems right. I guess I’ll know when I see him for the first time.”
    “Please tell me you’re not going to look out a window and name him after the first thing you see. I don’t want my nephew to be named Cloudy Sky or Lodgepole Pine.”
    “I promise,” she said.
    After hugging Alex, she got into the car and they headed toward her sister’s house in south Denver. She had a lot to think about, starting with Carol Rainer, who used to live in a fabulous home in Dillon. Now she was in Denver? Taking care of the homeless? Olivia actually wasn’t too surprised that she’d split from her husband who was an aggressive, loud, arrogant businessman. Carol was way too good for him.
    It would be painful to see Carol after what had happened eight and a half months ago. Olivia absently stroked her belly. This might not be the best time. Carol had lost her baby.
    Olivia realized that neither she nor Troy had spoken for several blocks. She glanced over at him. “You’re being awfully quiet.”
    “Thinking,” he said. “I can’t help wondering how they located us. We didn’t stop for gas, and we weren’t followed when we were driving over the pass. They couldn’t have planted a tracking device on the Range Rover.”
    “You said that you noticed them near Evergreen,” she said. “They must have been waiting and watching.”
    “I changed cars. They didn’t know what we were driving. Sure, there are traffic cams along the highway, but it’s unlikely that they could check out every vehicle.”
    “Does it matter?”
    He stopped at a red light and turned toward her. “They had to be using some kind of GPS tracking device. If it’s not on the car, it’s with you.”
    Before they’d left her cabin, he’d gone through her things to make sure the bad guys hadn’t planted a bug or a locating device. “You searched my stuff. You even took my cell phone apart to deactivate the GPS.”
    “I must have missed it.”
    From his tone, she could tell that he was angry. Not at her but at himself. She tried to reassure him. “It’s okay. We’ll find it.”
    “They could be tracking us right now, watching from street corners, following from a few blocks behind.”
    The hairs on the back of her neck prickled. She didn’t like the idea that she was under surveillance. “If that’s true, we’re leading them straight to my sister’s house.”
    “I’m sure they’ve already got that location,” he said. “They might have stolen a snapshot of your family to see what they look like, but it’s no secret that you have a sister in Denver. Finding her address is child’s play.”
    “Will they be watching us at her house?”
    “Count on it.”
    A shudder went through her. She wasn’t scared but apprehensive. Like the feeling she had when hiking through a cattle pasture, sooner or later she was going to step into something stinky. But this misstep was far more dangerous than a cow pie.
    They continued driving south, passing the gold steeple of the Ritchie Center at the University of Denver. She realized that she’d felt this sort of apprehension before. After she and her mom had been kidnapped, Olivia had been constantly vigilant. Every person she encountered seemed suspicious. She was always waiting for the moment when somebody would step from the shadows and grab her. “I don’t like this.”
    “Me, neither.” His jaw tensed. “I’m on my way to meet a legendary spy couple, and the first thing I have to tell them was that I couldn’t find a lousy GPS locator.”
    “What?”
    “Your dad can find what I missed. He probably travels with a sweeper to check for bugs and other devices.”
    “And that’s what you’re worried about?”
    “Well, yeah. I want to make a good first impression.”
    “As a spy?” Never mind her fear or the danger to her and the baby or the development of their relationship. “You