A Doctor's Vow. Christine Rimmer

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СКАЧАТЬ he saw a doctor’s understanding of the words: cancer of the white blood cells, starting in the bone marrow, multiplying swiftly until they disrupted the production of normal blood cells. And then moving out, into the bloodstream, invading organs and tissues, especially the spleen and the liver.

      “We thought she had a bad case of the flu. Not four months later, she was dead. It was…hard on all of us. And on Andrew—I mean, Drew—particularly, I think. He was seven, old enough to understand what was going on a little better than Lisbeth and Griffin could, old enough to have some idea that he was actually losing his mother, to know that when she died, she really wasn’t coming back.”

      Ronni made a low, musing sound in her throat. There was a world of understanding in that sound. And sadness. Very carefully, she set the picture of Patricia in its place with the others. She returned to her chair, but then didn’t sit down in it.

      “I should—”

      He put up a hand. “Hear that? Still raining…”

      “It may never stop.”

      “It’ll stop. Eventually.”

      They shared a long look, at the end of which she dropped into the chair again. “So what now? Should I choose a book to read?”

      He considered, then replied, “No. You should tell me what movies you like.”

      And she did. She liked comedies.

      He preferred action-adventure, and said so.

      They moved on to favorite foods and dream vacation spots. To the schools they’d each attended, to the professors they each remembered.

      She talked about med school, and how she didn’t believe she’d ever slept more than two hours at a stretch through the whole of her residency.

      Finally, they got onto the subject of the things that really bugged them.

      “Price stickers that won’t come off,” she said.

      He opted for “Voice mail. I really hate voice mail. It’s just another excuse for people not to answer their phones.”

      “But I bet you have voice mail.”

      He had no defense against that. “Guilty as charged.”

      The rain was still drumming away when she glanced at the clock on the bookcase near the window. “Omigod. It’s 4:00 a.m.”

      It couldn’t be 4:00 a.m. But it was.

      And still, he wanted her to stay. “Listen. Hear that rain? You can’t leave yet. You need to give yourself a little more time, see if it slows down some before you slog back across the yard.”

      “I’ve already been here for two hours.”

      “And maybe you’ll just have to stay for two more.”

      “Right. And then I might as well just stay for breakfast….”

      “Why not?”

      “Because…”

      “Because why?”

      Ronni stared at him. There were surely a hundred reasons why she should leave now, why she should have left a long time ago. She just couldn’t think of one.

      She cut her eyes away from him. Had two hours really passed since she’d entered this room? It didn’t seem possible. He had started her talking and then…time had just melted away.

      “Come on,” he coaxed some more. “Stay. Just a little while.” She looked right at him again. He smiled. He had the kind of smile that seemed unwilling, as if he didn’t do it often—which made it special, made her feel special.

      Ronni had heard it said that Ryan Malone could get money out of a stone. He’d spearheaded the plan to raise millions so that Honeygrove Memorial could add on a much-needed new wing. The new wing was under construction, scheduled to open in September, just eight months away.

      Everyone marveled at him, wondered how he’d done it. But looking into his eyes right then, Dr. Ronni Powers understood the mystery completely. The man possessed a commanding presence, a natural reserve—and a reluctant knock-’em-dead smile. An unbeatable combination, whether it came to convincing wealthy donors to put their money in his hands—or coaxing a woman to stay up all night talking about everything from the tragic death of his beautiful wife to why she preferred the name Ronni over Veronica.

      Say you have to go, and say it now, her wiser self insisted. But when she opened her mouth, what came out was “Well, maybe I could—”

      “Oh! Ryan. I never imagined the doctor would still be here.”

      The mother-in-law to the rescue, Ronni thought. The woman was standing in the doorway to the entry hall, clutching her robe at the neck and squinting as if she’d just been awakened from a sound sleep—which she probably had.

      “I woke up and thought I heard voices, so I came down to check. I…I do hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

      Ronni scooped up her flashlight and started toward the door and the woman standing there. “I was just leaving.”

      “Well, I’d imagine. It is so late.”

      “Wait.” Ryan Malone stood from his swivel chair. “I’ll walk you back across the yard.”

      The mother-in-law piped right up. “Ryan. It’s pouring out there.”

      “She’s right,” Ronni agreed quickly. “No reason for both of us to get soaked.”

      “I’ll walk you back,” he said again, his tone allowing no room for argument. “Let me grab an umbrella.” He came out from behind the desk and walked between the two women, commanding over his shoulder as he went out the door, “Lily, you go on back to bed.”

      Five minutes later, Ryan and Ronni stood before the French doors that led to the guest house bedroom. She cast a rueful glance down at his feet. “Now your slippers are ruined, too, just like your son’s.”

      “They’ll dry out.” The rain poured off the overhang above them and landed hard on his umbrella, flooding off the back side, splashing the slippers in question, soaking his pajamas to mid-calf.

      She looked up at the umbrella, at the rain coming off it in sheets. “Don’t you just love Oregon? If it isn’t raining, it’s getting ready to rain—but why am I complaining? I did my residency in Seattle, did I tell you? It was even worse there.”

      “And here,” he reminded her, “we actually get sun in the summer. And then there’s the salmon fishing. And the gorgeous, rugged Pacific shoreline less than two hours’ drive away.”

      “And the tulips in the spring, miles and miles of them spread across the valley floor…” She laughed, a breathless little laugh. And then the laugh trailed off. “I…” She didn’t know what to say next, he could see that in her soft green eyes. At last, she continued shyly, “Thank you for…”

      He helped her out. “Keeping СКАЧАТЬ