Dream a Little Dream (Chicago Stars, #4)(119)

She couldn’t think about that. If she did, she’d start screaming.

Gabe sucked in his breath. “The car.”

She saw it then. “Oh, God . . .”

The Range Rover was turned upside down in a ditch ahead to their right. Vehicles had stopped; people were clustered together. There were two patrol cars and an ambulance.

Oh, God . . . Please . . . Please, God . . .

The Mercedes’s tires squealed, and a shower of gravel hit the undercarriage as Gabe pulled off the road. He jumped out of the car, and she ran after him, pebbles biting through the soles of the sandals Kristy had tossed at her. She heard him call out to the state trooper standing next to the ambulance.

“The children! Are the children all right?”

“Who are you?”

“I’m—I’m the boy’s father.”

The trooper jerked his head toward the stretcher. “They’re stabilizing the kid now.”

Rachel reached the stretcher just after Gabe did. But it wasn’t Edward. They gazed down at Bobby Dennis.

Without a word, Gabe spun toward the car and bent over to look inside where one of the doors gaped open. He immediately straightened. “There were two small children with him. A five-year-old boy, and a baby girl.”

The trooper grew immediately alert. “Are you saying this kid wasn’t the only one in the car?”

Gabe offered a brusque explanation while she ran to look inside the Range Rover. The straps on Rosie’s empty car seat dangled. Rachel looked frantically around and saw a white baby shoe in the weeds ten feet from the car.

“Gabe!”

He raced over to her.

“Look!” she cried. “Rosie’s shoe.” She squinted against the fading sun and spotted a tiny pink sock hanging in the weeds near a line of trees that marked the edge of a densely wooded area.

Gabe saw the sock at the same time she did. “Let’s go.”

Without waiting for the trooper, they moved into the woods together. Prickly bushes snagged at her skirt, but she paid no attention. “Edward!”

Gabe’s voice boomed. “Chip! Call out if you can hear us!”

There was no response, and they forged deeper into the trees. Gabe’s legs were longer than hers, and he quickly moved ahead. “Chip! Can you hear me?”

A low branch snared her shirt. She yanked it free, then looked up to see that Gabe had frozen in place.

“Chip? Is that you?”

Oh, God . . . She stopped in place and listened.

“Gabe?”

The voice was small and achingly familiar, coming from somewhere off to their left.

Gabe raced ahead, calling out. She rushed after him, her heart pounding.

The terrain sloped downward, and she slipped, then righted herself. Gabe disappeared. She followed the path he’d taken through a thicket of pines and came out in a clearing by a small creek.

That was when she saw them.

Edward sat huddled against the trunk of an old black gum tree some thirty yards away with Rosie curled in his lap.

“Chip!” Gabe’s shoes pounded the ground as he flew across the clearing toward the children. Rosie had been quiet, but as soon as she saw him, she started to scream. Both children were dirty and tear-streaked. Edward’s T-shirt was torn and one knee was scraped. In addition to her missing shoe and sock, Rosie’s pink romper had a grease smear across the front. Gabe went down on his knee, snatched her up with one arm, and threw his other one around her son.

“Gabe!” Edward clutched at him.

A sob tore her throat as she ran forward.

Gabe thrust Rosie at her and pulled Edward to his chest, then pushed him away far enough to lift his eyelids. “Are you all right? Does it hurt anywhere?”

“My ears.”

Gabe immediately turned Edward’s head to look. “Your ears hurt?”

“Rosie’s got a loud scream. It hurt my ears.”

Gabe visibly relaxed. “Is that all? Anything else?”

Chip shook his head. “I was real scared. That boy was bad.” He started to cry.

Gabe gave him a quick hug, thrust him at Rachel, and took Rosie to check her over.

Edward trembled in her arms and spoke against her belly. “Mommy, I was so scared. The car turned over, and I was afraid that bad boy would wake up and run off with us again, so I got Rosie out of her seat and carried her, but she was heavy, and she kept screaming ’cause she was scared, too, but finally she stopped.”


Rachel spoke around her tears. “You were so brave.”

Gabe, in the meantime, had quieted Rosie. Rachel looked up at him, and he nodded. “She’s fine. We’ll have them both checked, but I think they’re all right. Thank God they were buckled in when that car went over.”

Thank you, God. Thank you.

Rosie rested her head against her uncle and brought her thumb to her mouth. Her little chest heaved as she took a few comforting sucks.

Edward reached out and patted her leg. “See, Rosie. I told you they’d find us.”

Rachel kept her arm firmly wrapped around her son as they began to head across the clearing toward the highway, but they hadn’t traveled more than a few yards before Rosie let out another shriek.

Edward winced. “See, Mommy. I told you she can really yell.”

Gabe rubbed her back. “Hush, sweetheart . . .”