It was all Rayna could do to stay at the speed limit as she made her way across town. The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she was going to be the bearer of good news or bad? Her suspicion that Scott had not been the driver that night would be well received, but how do you tell the man you love that his first grandchild might be born in prison? By the time she reached the hotel parking lot, the evening sky was a blazing tapestry of crimson, gold and purple. Normally, she would have taken a few minutes to enjoy the breathtaking splendor, but instead she ran into the hotel and raced into the open elevator, punching the button for the eighth floor. On the way up, she double-checked her day planner to verify his room number. She knocked and waited. When there was no answer