More Than a Man. Rebecca York

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      “It was a tragedy, but she got me wondering about why some people have long lives and others don’t. I thought if I got active in the field, that would be a kind of memorial to her.”

      “Admirable.”

      “How about you?”

      Hemmings spread his hands. “I went to medical school, but I found out I didn’t really like working with patients. So I took a job at the National Institutes of Health in Bethesda. And I found out I did like research.” He tipped his head to the side. “So what do you do when you’re not increasing the life span of rats?”

      Although Noah had no formal education in the field, he’d had the time to do a lot of reading and experimentation on his own. In a lab building on his estate, he had rats that had outlived their life expectancy by fifty percent. While the experiment was interesting, it had brought him no closer to any answers about what made him different from the rest of humanity.

      “I’ve got a number of businesses scattered around the country. Nothing very interesting,” he said. “I’d much rather hear about what you’ve been doing lately.”

      It wasn’t difficult to keep the researcher talking about himself and his work. Noah already knew most of it, but he sat and listened to Hemmings’s stories, anyway.

      When the doctor occasionally asked questions about Noah’s background, he gave brief answers from the life story he’d written for himself.

      According to his fictional biography, he’d lived in San Francisco with his parents who had both been killed in a boating accident. He’d inherited an estate from his uncle and had lived there for the past few years.

      He’d situated himself so that he could keep an eye on the blonde. During the course of his conversation with the doctor, several men had come up to her, but she must have discouraged them because they ended up going away.

      Noah could see that someone else was watching her, too. A man who’d been sitting along the far wall. He came over and spoke to her in a low tone, his face angry. What was that all about?

      The doctor must have noticed he wasn’t commanding Noah’s rapt attention. Annoyance flashed across his face.

      But he quickly recovered. Glancing at his watch, he said, “It’s late. I should let you go to bed.”

      “Sorry,” Noah apologized. “I put in a long day in the lab before I came here and I’m a little wiped.”

      They both stood. Hemmings reached out to shake his hand again. Noah automatically did the same, then felt a slight prick at the base of his thumb. “What was that?” he asked.

      Hemmings looked embarrassed. “Sorry. This damn ring of mine has a rough edge. It must have slipped around to the inside. Did I hurt you?”

      “It’s fine,” Noah said, looking down at his hand where it was slightly scraped.

      Of course, it would be good as new in the next few hours.

      “Sorry,” the doctor apologized again, then excused himself and hurried out of the bar. Noah stayed in the room, watching the woman still sitting at the table. Before he could stop himself, he picked up his sparkling water and walked across the room.

      

      OLIVIA’S breath caught as the man she’d been watching walked over to her table. This was it, and she wished she knew what “it” was.

      “I’ve noticed you sitting here,” he said.

      “I was waiting for a friend, but I guess he stood me up,” she lied.

      The guy looked like he didn’t buy it, and she thought he was going to walk away.

      Instead, he said, “May I join you?”

      “Yes.”

      “My name’s Noah Fielding.”

      “Olivia…” She hesitated for a moment before adding, “Stapler.” She knew he caught the hesitation.

      “Can I get you anything?” he asked as he sat down.

      Up close he was very handsome and younger than she’d thought. He carried himself with a confidence that usually came from maturity, but his face was unlined and there wasn’t any gray in his dark hair. She doubted that a man like him would go to the trouble of dyeing it, although one never knew how much a guy was stuck on himself.

      A man like him? She wasn’t exactly sure what that meant. When she realized she was waiting a long time to answer his question, she said, “You’re drinking soda water?”

      He looked at his glass and back at her before nodding.

      “That sounds good.”

      “You don’t want champagne?” he asked.

      “It’s not worth what they charge by the glass here.”

      He grinned. “I guess you know the ropes better than I do.”

      “Did you come here to gamble?”

      “Everybody comes here to gamble. It’s the standard vice. But my excuse is a medical convention in town.”

      “You’re a doctor?” she asked.

      “Just a hanger-on.”

      She tipped her head to the side. “What does that mean?”

      “I’m an independent researcher. I like to keep up with the field.”

      Maybe he was also independently wealthy. She canceled that thought immediately. It didn’t matter if he made big bucks, because she wasn’t going to play Pearson’s game.

      “Which field?”

      “Longevity.”

      “Oh,” she answered, thinking how easy it would be to fall into the trap Pearson had laid for her and this man.

      Suddenly, she felt like the room was closing in around her. “I need some air,” she blurted.

      “The hotel has a very nice garden out back.”

      She’d been thinking that she’d go outside alone and incur her brother’s wrath later. But when she stood, Noah Fielding did, too, and she didn’t protest as he walked beside her toward the back of the hotel.

      Outside, the air was hot and dry, and the night sky was filled with a million stars. But no casino relied on nature for outdoor effects. The hedges and flower beds were illuminated by cunningly placed floodlights.

      The garden was designed to please the senses. Annual and perennial flowers filled well-tended beds that bordered stone paths. Each plot held a pleasing mix of colors and textures, many of the blooms perfuming the air.

      She inhaled deeply, glad to be out of the stale casino atmosphere. Trying to come up with something to say, she murmured, “I love the way they laid out the garden in СКАЧАТЬ