They were completely and utterly alone.
Meg was conscious of the quick rise and fall of Eriks broad chest as their spat of moments ago morphed into something hotter and more dangerous.
This is stupid, she said, as much to herself as to him. I dont like you. I dont trust you. I shouldnt be attracted to you.
Same goes, he said, a flash of desire crossing his face. Then again, that seems to be my usual M.O. Whats your excuse?
But even though his words came out fairly mocking, he closed the distance between them until she could feel the warmth of him against the suddenly sensitized skin of her cheeks and lips. Stupidity, maybe. The circumstances. Hell, even the danger. I dont know.
But she did. That last choice resonated a little too well, but the moment was lost when he closed the gap between them. Their lips touched. Their breaths mingled.
And their last shreds of rationality were lost.
Red Alert
Jessica Andersen
www.millsandboon.co.uk
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Though shes tried out professions ranging from cleaning sea lion cages to cloning glaucoma genes, from patent law to training horses, Jessica 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
Megan CorningHer medical research is poised to revolutionize prenatal genetic testing, but the technique has a darker side. When a series of accidents threaten Megs life, a handsome stranger protects herbut his motives are far from pure.
Erik FalcoOnce a cop, now a hugely successful businessman, Erik has vowed to acquire the rights to the cutting-edge research. But how far will he go once he meets the lovely Dr. Corning?
Zachary CageThe head administrator of Boston General Hospital must weigh the value of the new technology against the needs of the hospital and the safety of his employees.
Raine MontgomeryEriks second-in-command has something to hide.
Annette FoulkeShe wants the tenured university position that Megan seems sure to win.
Luke CannonIs it a coincidence that the head of acquisitions at Pentium Pharmaceuticals is a member of Megs climbing gym?
EdwardThe youth hides beneath the hood of a dark sweatshirt and listens to the voices that tell him he has only one chance to make things right.
Contents
Prologue
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 Fifteen
Prologue
Edward slipped through the front door of the hospital unnoticed. Bodies thronged the main atrium, a lunchtime press of patients and personnel that made it easy for him to cross the lobby unnoticed in his jeans and dark hooded sweatshirt. From there, he walked to the brushed-steel elevators that led to the Reproductive Technology offices. Then he waited.
And watched.
He sneered at the men and women who passed his vantage point, some alone, some in couples, all united by hope. The desire to create a new life. A new beginning.
Garbage, he thought with a quiet snort. There was no such thing as a new beginning. You only got one life, and if you screwed it up, you were out of luck.
Then again, his mother used to say, Youve got to make your own luck. Nobody else is going to make it for you.
That was what he was doing. Making his own luck.
Are you sure about this? a female voice asked nearby.
Edward turned to see a dark-haired woman clinging to the free arm of an even darker-haired man. Though the guy looked to be in his late thirties, he used a gray metal cane to hitch along on a leg that didnt bend quite right.
Its just a blood test, the guy said, voice sharp, as though hed answered the question before. He glanced down and his expression softened a degree. I wouldnt endanger you or the baby.
Of course, the woman murmured as the elevator doors whooshed open, inviting them in. She didnt sound convinced, nor did she release the gimps arm as the two of them stepped into the elevator.
The doors hissed shut, leaving Edward staring after the couple. A faint smile touched his lips as he reached up and pulled his sweatshirt hood forward so he could see out but nobody could see in.
Today was going to be his lucky day.
Chapter One
Exhaustion thrummed through Megan Cornings body, a combination of too many grant applications and too few days off in the past months.
Knowing she didnt have time to be tired yet, Meg dug her fingers into her red-gold hair and told herself to focus on something else. Something positive, like the new office the Boston General Hospital administrators had given her just the week before.
She glanced around the room and grimaced.
The walls were painted a classy ice-blue and hung with a handful of diplomas and accolades. The front cover of last Marchs Science magazine was smack in the center, announcing a New Noninvasive Method for Prenatal Diagnosis. If her desk were a bed, it wouldve been a California king, and the rolling chair was real leather.
It all looked very impressive. Hell, what shed done was impressive. But the wall art, added to the stark white padded chairs opposite her black metal desk, gave the decor a chilly feeling.
The room was so not her.
At least, it wasnt how she saw herself. She had a sneaking suspicion the austere furniture and harsh lighting were perfectly aligned with how too many of her co-workers saw her. Functional. Dependable. Lacking warmth.
And why is that?
She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, knowing shed created the image herself a decade earlier, on her fathers orders that she tone down her reputation when he got her the job at Boston General.
Well, not orders, precisely. Call it a strong suggestion from Dad. Who also happened to be a Nobel Prizewinning scientist.
Tone down the dangerous stuff, Meg, Robert Corning had said in his resonant lecturers voice. They already doubt your science, why give them an excuse to criticize your sense?
As much as shed hated to admit it, hed had a point. Her insistence on proving that a babys cells could be found in the mothers bloodstream had already raised too many eyebrows. Her grades hadnt been the best, and her Ph.D. thesis had been long on theory, short on results.
Of necessity, shed grown out the streaks in her hair, put her skis, parachutes and other toys into storage, and focused on figuring out how to test a babys genetic makeup from a sample of the mothers blood.
They said it couldnt be done, but shed managed it. Shed developed a blood test that was poised to revolutionize prenatal genetic analysis. Boston General Hospital and her cosponsor, Thrace University, would reap the rewards and Meg would be assured tenure. Shed be set for lifeshed have a job, a good salary, a whopping pension and a corner office.
And it wont be black and white! she said out loud.
A head popped around the open office door. You need me, boss?
Um, no. I was talking to myself, actually. Meg grimaced when Jemma Smoltz, her patient coordinator and sometimes lab assistant, stepped into the room.
Short, dark hair framed Jemmas pixie-perfect face, and she wore flirty capri pants that showed off her slim ankles, one of which was tattooed with a pink rose.
She was twenty-six, tiny and feminine, and she made thirty-four-year-old, five-foot-ten Meg feel like a human water buffalo in comparison.
Less so these days, though, because Meg had been working out. Shed lost fifteen pounds since winter, and had her sights set on another ten.
Jemma grinned. Daydreaming about that stud rock climbing instructor at your new gym?
Meg rolled her eyes. I never should have told you about Otto. But there was no harm in it, really. She was just window shopping, admiring the kind of active, muscle-bound hunk shed always found attractive.
You should ask him out.
Not on your life. Hes too young for me. And besides Meg waved at the diplomas, the glossy magazine cover and the cool blue walls thats not my lifestyle anymore. I cant take off on a moments notice to free climb God only knows where. Though there were sure days she wished she could. Ive got a lab. Responsibilities.
Jemma wrinkled her nose. That doesnt mean you have to be boring.
Im not boring, Im focused. Theres a difference. Although some days, she worried that there wasnt any difference at all. That she wasnt pretending to be boring anymoreshed actually become boring.
Hell, even her recent return to free climbing was on an indoor wall with landing pads on the floor.
Unusually annoyed with her office, with herself, Meg reached across her desk and flipped open the next folder on a stack of twenty, hoping Jemma would get the hint.
Aw, come on, the younger woman wheedled. You owe it to yourself to ask Otto
I owe it to the hospital to collect another fifty beta test subjects before the end of the week, Meg snapped. Is the next patient here?
Her assistants answer was a long, slow grin. Youre thinking about it.
Just shut up and send in the patient, will you?
But once Jemma was gone, Meg looked around the sterile-seeming room, then down at the edges of clothing visible beneath her lab coat. The green pullover, tan suede skirt and tall brown boots had seemed smart and professional that morning.
Now theyre boring, she thought. Maybe Jemma had a point. Maybe it was time to do something different, time to
Mr. and Mrs. Phillips, Jemma announced from the doorway.
Nope. It was time to get to work.
Meg stood and moved around the ginormous desk as the couple entered the room. Im Dr. Corning. Please call me Meg. She focused her attention on Mrs. Phillips first, because it was the womans body theyd be discussing. Her child. Her blood sample.
The wife was a knockout. She wore expensive-looking navy wool pants and sensibly flat shoes, topped with an Empire-waisted tunic that flowed down past her hips, obscuring any evidence of the early term pregnancy shed reported in her initial interview with Jemma. Her glossy brunette hair was swept into a soft French braid, and her brown eyes and full, dusky lips were accented with fashionable hints of purpley brown makeup that made her features pop.
But her eyes held a distinct flicker of nerves when she took Megs hand in a brief clasp. Im Raine, and this is my husband, Erik.
The pause before the word husband was almost imperceptible, but Meg tucked it in her mental files before she turned and extended her hand. Its a pleasure to meet you, Erik.
Then she got a good look at him and had her own moment of hesitation.
The guy made a hell of a first impression.
His clothes matched Raines, not in color, but in the understated taste and quality of the fall-weight, steel-gray suit, dove-gray oxford shirt and gunmetal tie. The monochromatic scheme might have washed another man out, but it complemented this one, emphasizing both his angular face and the faint silver frost that touched the edges of his blue-black hair. He was tall, topping Meg by a good four inches or so, and his shoulders were broad beneath the tapered suit jacket.
His eyes were a deep, nearly sapphire-blue, and they narrowed when he took her hand and held it a beat too long. The pleasure is mine.
Meg dampened an instant shimmer of attractionhe was another womans husband, after all. She gestured toward the chairs opposite her desk. Take a seat and tell me a little bit about yourselves.
Raine sank into one of the chairs, but Erik remained standing. Then, as though realizing that Meg wouldnt sit until he did, he grabbed his chair and pulled it a few inches away from his wife. It wasnt until he braced himself to step forward that Meg realized he carried a gunmetal-gray cane nearly the color of his tie. He leaned on it with the ease of long practice as he lowered himself to the chair, right leg braced stiffly in front of his body.
He stared at her, eyes saying, Dont you dare pity me, but out loud, he said, What do you want to know?
His wife frowned. I thought we were here for a blood test. We already filled out the questionnaire and your assistant took a preliminary sample. She pushed up the bell sleeve of her tunic to show a small Band-Aid at the crook of her elbow. Isnt this just a formality?
Meg smiled. I need to make sure you understand the study structure and your privacy rights. She paused, losing her place in the oft-repeated speech as Erik shifted uncomfortably in the upholstered chair.
He looked up and caught her staring. His eyes glinted with an expression she couldnt interpret and wasnt sure she liked. But he said, Can you tell us a little bit about the test? MyRaine is a cautious woman.
Another hesitation? Meg thought. Wonder what sort of marriage these two have.
Telling herself it was really none of her business, she pushed a glossy folder across the desk. Heres some information for you to take home and look over later. Most of it is also on our Web site. She slid a brochure from the folder and tapped a color schematic cutaway of a pregnant woman. Were in the final stages of streamlining prenatal blood tests for a number of common genetic disorders. The technique is called Noninvasive Prenatal Testing, NPT for short. Were enrolling pregnant women in their first or second trimester, and asking that you come in for biweekly blood draws. Meg smiled at Raines indrawn breath. Its just one milliliter at a time, so we wont drain you dry. Were not vampires.
Twice a week is a substantial time commitment for me. Raine glanced at her husband, whose attention was focused elsewhere. She touched his knee. Erik, dont you think twice a week is too much for me to be out of the office?
He diverted his gaze from the wall art and glanced at her. Im sure your boss will give you the time. His lips twitched. Hes not all that bad, you know.