Rathe stood, uncoiling slowly from the chair as though afraid she might bolt.
But bolting was the last thing on her mind as she identified the heady, racing sensation that had pounded through her during the fight. Excitement. This was the adventure she craved, the thrill shed been seeking.
The adrenaline poured through her body. She wanted to run. She wanted to dance, to sing, to tip her head back and scream.
She grinned at Rathe.
His eyes narrowing, he advanced on her and leaned down so they were face-to-face. This is not a joke, Nia. Dont you get it? You couldve been killed, he said, then placed a palm flat against the door, effectively trapping her.
Well, I wasnt, thanks to you. Thats why the doctors here work in teams, remember? So we can watch each others backs. She shoved at his chest with both hands, but he was immovable. Damn it, let me go!
She saw the change in his eyes. Her body answered the call and he bent close and whispered, I cant.
Then he kissed her, and all that restless energy redirected itself to the places where their bodies merged.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Though shes tried out professions ranging from cleaning sea lion cages to cloning glaucoma genes, from patent law to training horsesJessica is happiest when shes combining all these interests with her first love: writing romances. These days shes delighted to be writing full-time on a farm in rural Connecticut that she shares with a small menagerie and a hero named Brian. She hopes youll visit her at www.JessicaAndersen.com for info on upcoming books, contests and to say hi!
CAST OF CHARACTERS
Dr. Nia FrenchNia and her first lover are partnered in a deadly hospital investigation of failed transplants. Will she learn to forgive him before its too late?
Dr. Rathe McKayThe guarded doctor-adventurer has two equally difficult tasks: to protect Nia from a vicious killer and to avoid the chemistry between them.
Cadaver ManThe tall, gray man sees through Nia and Rathes covers quickly. Too quickly.
Tony FrenchNias father drove Rathe off years ago. After his death, will Tonys memory separate the onetime lovers or bring them closer together as danger escalates?
Dr. Logan HartThe young transplant specialist wants to assist in the investigation of unexpected patient deaths. Or so he says.
Marissa DoyleThe nurse has overseen many of the dead patients and has hidden secrets.
Dr. Michael TalbotThe head of the transplant department, Talbot is a giant within the field. So why is a killer stalking his patients?
Short Whiny GuyCadaver Mans partner has seen too much.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter One
The damp subbasement of Boston General Hospital smelled faintly of death and fabric softener. Corridors folded back on each other without apparent reason, which was both a blessing and a curse for Nia French.
A blessing because she was able to stay out of sight. A curse because she had to follow close or risk losing Cadaver Man, Short Whiny Guy and the rattling laundry cart.
You got the keys?
Nia froze. The voice was near. Too near.
Heart pounding, she breathed through her mouth and eased closer to the off-green cinder block wall, wishing for some cover. Wishing the fluorescent lights werent so relentlessly bright.
Wishing she knew for sure shed followed the right guys.
Yeah, I got the keys. Why, you think I lost them already? The second speaker was Short Whiny Guy, who had complained incessantly during the trip down from the sixth floor. There was a metallic jingle, and the sound of a door being unlocked.
Just shut up and lets get this thing loaded, Cadaver Man ordered. She called him that because of the grayish skin and shadowed eyes shed glimpsed when the elevators had shut on the men, leaving her wondering why they were changing the linens at two in the morning.
And why none of the beds in the Transplant Department were stripped.
Nia had followed them because this was her first assignment in HFHs Investigations Division, and she was determined to prove herself.
Her previous assignments for Hospitals for Humanity had sent her to outbreaks and disaster areas worldwide, where her medical degree made her useful and her guts were taken for granted. It was good work, but it wasnt where her heart lay. More than anything, she wanted to be an investigatorand now, finally, shed been given the opportunity to work a case.
Hearing a metal door slide open and the mens voices move away, Nia crouched down and eased around the corner, forcing her hands not to tremble from a mixture of nerves and excitement.
In contrast to the rest of the hospital, the loading bay was dark. The smell here was stronger, both of decay and of fabric softener, though the wide garage door let in a thin breath of Chinatown funk.
The men were gone. The big laundry hamper they had wheeled down from the sixth floor sat on the loading dock.
Transplants failing for no good reason, the dossier on this assignment read. Supplies and pharmaceuticals disappearing from the Transplant Unit.
Though the assignment didnt officially begin until the next day, when shed meet her new partner and they would be briefed on the full scope of the problem, Nia had sneaked into the hospital at midnight. Shed been hoping to discover something useful. Hoping to get a head start on impressing the senior investigator HFH had assigned to train her.
And here was her chance.
Stepping quietly on her soft-soled sneakers, she eased around the corner and crept toward the hamper. She had no concrete reason to suspect there was anything inside but laundry. But her left eyelid had twitched a warning, and the shift schedule indicated the linens in the Transplant Department were changed at seven in the morning, not two. Holding her breath, she stood on her tiptoes and peered inside the tall hamper.
It was full of laundry.
Damn it, she muttered under her breath, why cant they make these things shorter? Twenty-eight-year-old Nia had topped out at five-two. Usually she could mask her short stature with determination, but the hamper didnt care how tough she was, it still came up past her breasts. She had two choicesdive in and hope for the best or hang back and wait.
The sound of an engine and the rhythmic beep of a truck backing into the loading dock told her that wait was the better option. Darting behind a half-open door, she pressed her eye to the crack by the hinge and congratulated herself on a fine hiding spot.
Shed be a good investigator. No matter what certain people thought, she was going to make it. It had been her dream for nearly ten years now, ever since shed first heard the stories about a swashbuckling HFH doctor saving the world.
Come on, lets get it loaded and get out of here. This stuff gives me the creeps. Short Whiny Guys voice preceded him onto the loading dock. Cadaver Man, looking grayer in the half-light, unlatched the back of the laundry truck and ran up the door. Nia froze.
That was no laundry truck.
An empty gurney was secured to one side. Equipment sprouted from every flat surface and dangled from the ceiling. A faint white mist wafted out, as though the air-conditioning had been turned from chill to preserve.
Ay-uh. We wouldnt want to keep him waiting for his things, would we? Cadaver Man, who hadnt spoken up to this point, gave a ghastly grin that was at odds with his down-home Maine accent.
Nias pulse raced. Her first night on the job and she already had a huge break. If she got on that van and figured out where it was headed, what it was doing, then she could solve the case in a single night.
Score one for Nia French.
Short Whiny Guy pushed the laundry hamper across a narrow ramp and into the cleared center of the cargo area. The carts dirty canvas and worn wheels looked incongruous amidst so much stainless-steel and high-tech equipment.
Come on, guys, give me a break here, Nia whispered, her burst of optimism draining when Short Whiny Guy climbed into the back with the laundry hamper, as though it was his job to watch over the dirty linens. Cadaver Man shut the door and latched it securely.
Damn. Now what was she going to do? Her car was parked in the main garage on the other side of the hospital, so there was no way she could follow the men. Unless
Her eyes narrowed on the back bumper of the van, which was fitted with a hydraulic cargo lift. The lift was wide and flat, with plenty of hand holds. She could jump right on.
She touched her back pocket and was reassured by the shape of her miniature tool kit. Given the chance, she might even be able to get the van open.
Cadaver Man reached up and pulled the loading docks garage door down, but the vehicle was still visible through a smaller opening nearby.
Nias heart pounded as the vans engine started up. She rubbed her sweaty palms against her dark jeans and slipped out from the hiding spot.
I can do this, she said, reaching for the latch of the outer door as Cadaver Man ground the gears, searching for first. I can do this. I can
Oh, no you dont! Rough hands grabbed Nia, spun her and shoved her up against the wall, into the deep shadows. She panicked and screeched in terror.
Her assailant was taller than she, though only by seven or eight inches, and his rangy body jostled against hers as they struggled. She shoved against him. Let me go!
Oh, God, had she missed a third man? Panic spurted through her veins, and she shot an elbow at her attackers chin in a one-two move that her self-defense instructor had assured her should be followed by a knee to the groin.
Her captor blocked the elbow, but his grip slackened. Nadia?
She knew his voice instantly, but it was too late to stop the two of her one-two attack. She kneed him right where it hurt. Hard.
Rathe McKay, the most famous of HFHs investigatorsand Nias first loverwent pale, sank to the floor and wheezed.
Outside, the van revved and pulled away, its occupants unaware of the scuffle behind them on the loading dock.
Nia stood, stunned, as emotions battled within her. Guilt that shed hurt him. Confusion as to why hed sneaked up on her and why he was even in the hospital. And above all else, excitement at seeing him again after all this time.
Although his desertion had nearly destroyed her before, he still had the ability to leave her breathless. Because, damn it, even curled up on the floor, swearing, Rathe McKay looked good to her. Real good.
His close-cropped hair was lighter than she remembered, prematurely silver, though he was only thirty-eight. The seven years since shed last seen him had added new lines to his angular face, making him look older than his calendar age even as they added to his appeal. His wide shoulders and chest spoke of coiled energy, and his arms and legs still boasted the leashed power she remembered, the grace that could carry him soundlessly through rainforests or dance him elegantly through the classiest ballroom.
And his eyes, when he opened them, still stared through her as though he could see into her soul.
Rathe, Im so sorry Horrified guilt swamped the shock. She offered a hand, but paused when a terrible possibility occurred. She withdrew her hand. What are you doing here?
He scowled, though something else moved in his eyes. Surprise, maybe, or wariness. Then those abstract emotions were gone, blanked out by the familiar stoniness. I shouldve known something was wrong when Wainwright wouldnt tell me who Id be training.
Rathe was her mentor? No. Impossible. Her stomach roiled, though there could be no other explanation for his presence at Boston General in the wee hours of the morning. But how had their boss, Jack Wainwright, managed it? Everyone knew Rathe McKay only took exotic assignments overseas. And more important, everyone knew he didnt work with women.
Nia was one of the few who knew why.
Dismay pounded in her temples. She couldnt work with Rathe. He would ruin everything.
No, she whispered. This cant be happening.
My thoughts exactly. Rathe cursed in Russian, his voice dark and rich like the language. Was that kick for he sucked in a pained breath and straightened slowly self-defense, or for what happened before?
The question jabbed right beneath her heart. She wasnt prepared for this. Wasnt prepared for him.
Before? Though guilt stungshe wouldnt have kicked him if hed identified himself as friend rather than foeshe wasnt willing to apologize again. Wasnt willing to be vulnerable to him again. She crossed her arms and stared at the ceiling to buy a steadying moment. For all the times shed thought about seeing Rathe again, this scenario didnt even come close to what shed imagined. Let me see. Would that be before when you took my virginity, kicked me out of your hotel room and disappeared without a wordor before when my father, your best friend, begged you to come visit him on his deathbed and you never showed?