Bad clothes can truly drag you down.
When Mary was rushed to the hospital in early labor, she wore a beige maternity outfit. A pit bull attack caused her to go into pre-mature labor at 7 months. Both her babies survived, but they were so incredibly small! After two days in the hospital, Mary remains in pain, but they are sending her home because that’s all her insurance covers. However, when she goes to the closet to get dressed, instead of her maternity outfit, there’s a skin-tight leopard-spotted tube dress that not even a hooker would want to be caught dead in. And naturally her purse and phone are missing.
She knows exactly who did this: The vicious wives of the fathers of her two babies.
Having no other option, she pulls on the spandex tube dress. No shoes, just the dress. She hopes beyond hope that her purse is being held at the nurses’ station. No such luck.
She quickly discovers, if you look like a hooker, YOU ARE TREATED LIKE THE SCUM OF EARTH. Even the cops scared the hell out of her with their desire to “search her for drugs”, but thank God, they didn’t have time.
Even the nice security guard who chased her down for stealing the wheelchair, asked her if she was on drugs. Eventually, he lets her make a call on his phone. She holds out her hand to thank him for his help, but he refuses to shake her hand. Someone might think they are passing drugs.
She had never before realized how often ‘good’ people can pull down poor people with their negative assumptions.
Book 3 of the
Requires Rescue Series
Sometimes even the strong requires a helping hand.
Mary Mason may have lost her job and reputation, but she has too much pride to allow vengeful women and their manipulative husbands to destroy her life and steal her new born babies. Unfortunately, pride alone isn’t going to save her. When Captain Chad Danton answers a call about a prostitute soliciting at the local library, he discovers a determined woman in desperate need of medical care. Upon hearing Mary’s story, he resolves to help her, not realizing her enemies will join those who wish to destroy his career.
They had just entered the elevator when Torrel’s watch beeped. “That’s it. I’m off duty.” His surly eyes met hers. “You’re on your own.”
Mary smiled. This was the first bit of luck that had gone her way. “Could you hit the elevator to take me to the preemies?”
He seemed confused by her question and then angry. “Lady, I’m not taking you anywhere! I’m off duty.”
“I understand and I don’t blame you. But could you just be a good person and hit the floor with the preemies, so I can go visit my new born babies before they find someone else to roll me out?”
He chuckled and hit the elevator button. “The elevator is going down right now, just stay on it. I’ve pushed nine for you. Sorry about being so hard on you. It’s just this place is pissing me off. Every second, someone is giving me grief.”
She nodded in sympathy. “I know the feeling.”
When the elevator door opened downstairs, the young man looked at two cops standing at the inquiry desk. He cursed and pushed the elevator close-door button as he pressed himself into the front corner. When the door closed, he sighed with relief. “I’ll take you up to the preemies. That way, they won’t question your right to be there.”
She was certain Terrell’s change of heart was due to the police, but she didn’t care. As long as she got to see her babies, she’d let Satan himself push her wheelchair.
Terrell didn’t stop at the observation window. He rolled her through doors marked “authorized personnel only” and into the room holding ten incubators.
He sighed. “Which one is yours?”
“Two. A boy and girl.”
He quickly walked through the incubators, looking for twins. He stopped and smiled when he found two. He glanced at the tag on the incubator. “What’s your name?”
He nodded and returned to her, rolling her to the proper incubator. “I’m going to stand over there and wait. Take all the time you need.”
Clearly his change of heart was due to his need to sit out of sight and wait for the police to leave, but it gave her time with her babies, so she didn’t care.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.
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