The Doctor's Defender. Terri Reed

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СКАЧАТЬ “I suppose you’re right. I just wish I could do something now.”

      “There’s nothing you can do tonight. He’s resting, and so should you.” Kyle held out his hand.

      She slid her hand into his, and the roughness of his palm rubbed against hers, creating friction. Sparks shot up her arm as he helped her to her feet. Not unpleasant but very surprising. How could just holding someone’s hand create such chaos inside her? She’d never experienced anything like it before.

      She extracted her hand. “You told my father you were ex–special operations for the Navy. What exactly does that mean?”

      He wiggled his eyebrows. “It means I’m special, in a good way.”

      She shook her head. He’d been charming to her mother and respectful to her father all evening. But with her, he was the jokester. Why didn’t he want to talk about himself? Most men she knew did. “Seriously. What did you do in the Navy?”

      “Swim.”

      Exasperation sharpened her tone. “You’re not going to tell me, are you?”

      His expression turned earnest. A look she liked on him. “I really did swim. My specialty was underwater reconnaissance and demolition.”

      It sounded dangerous. But then she already knew he was a man who sought the rush, the buzz, of danger. It made for a great protector but not the type of guy a woman could pin her heart on. If she were interested in pinning her heart on any man. Which she wasn’t. “I’ll say good night now.”

      “I’ll see you to your room,” Kyle countered. “After you.” He gestured toward the staircase.

      He wasn’t kidding when he’d said he was sticking close. “I hardly think anything’s going to happen to me on my way to my room.”

      “I’m cautious. Plus, I need to know where you are. Just in case.”

      Just in case the lunatic after her tried something here in her parents’ home. She rubbed her arms, fighting back a shiver of fear. “My room’s the first one at the top of the stairs.”

      She led the way upstairs. At her bedroom door, Brenda asked jokingly, “Do you need to check the room?”

      One corner of his mouth lifted. “What a good idea.”

      Her mouth gaped. She hadn’t meant for him to actually do it.

      He reached around her to open the door and brushed past her to enter the room. A second later he reappeared at the doorway. “No bad guys.”

      “That’s reassuring.” She met his gaze.

      The light from the hall heightened the blue of his eyes. They reminded her of a summer sky reflecting off Lake Michigan. The sudden longing to be out on the water, gliding through the waves, the sound of sails filling with the wind, gripped her.

      Just her and the boat on open water as far as the eye could see.

      She heard herself sigh. Saw the slow spread of a smile lighting up his face and realized what he must be thinking. Heat crept up her neck and into her cheeks. She was not sighing over him. But telling him that would only sound lame. And make her sound like an idiot. “Good night, then.”

      He set his hands on her shoulders. She sucked in a quick breath. Twin points of heat seared her flesh from where he gripped her with strong hands. With gentle pressure, he moved her aside so he could step into the hall.

      A fresh wave of embarrassment flushed through her. She’d been blocking his path out of her room. He must think her a complete airhead. Or worse, that she didn’t want him to leave her alone.

      Well, okay, maybe a part of her didn’t want him to go too far away. For safety reasons. Just in case. And if she kept telling herself that, maybe it would be true.

      “Good night, Brenda. Sleep well,” Kyle said with a two-fingered salute.

      She nodded like a bobblehead doll and watched him saunter down the stairs and disappear into the dark.

      She sagged against the door frame. She had to get a grip. She would not be interested in her bodyguard. No matter how attractive he was. He was a danger junkie. Only here to protect her. Period. She wasn’t looking for a romance, a relationship or anything in between. With him or any man.

      She’d been down that rocky path before and found herself at a dead end. She was not going there again.

      As she slipped into her room and closed the door, she only wished her heart would stop racing every time he was near. It was only a biological response to an attractive man, but it sure felt like something more. Something she had no intention of pursuing.

      * * *

      After one more perimeter check, Kyle was satisfied the grounds of the Storm house were as secure as they could be with only the eight-foot-high laurel hedges as a barrier to the outside world. He dialed Trent offices. He stood in the shadowed driveway, listening to the ring of the cell phone pressed to his left ear, while keeping his gaze on the street. A few lights dotted houses down the block. Several houses over a parked car sat at the curb.

      “Trent Associates, Simone speaking. How can we help?”

      “Hey, it’s me,” Kyle said by way of greeting. The former Detroit homicide detective had joined Trent Associates around the same time he had. “How’s it going?”

      “All’s quiet here,” she replied. “Everyone’s out in the field except me and James. How’s your assignment?”

      “Interesting.” He quickly filled her in on Brenda and the case. “I need a couple of things checked out. Can you help?”

      “Of course, anything for my favorite frogman.”

      “Ah, you’re gonna make me blush,” he quipped. From the day they’d met they’d had a good-natured banter going. Simone was all sleek polish. While he was...well, himself. They couldn’t be more opposite. Brenda, in fact, reminded Kyle a little of Simone. The same quick wit and standoffish manner.

      “First up a Dr. Sam Johnson, plastic surgeon at Heritage Hospital. Has a thing for Brenda and doesn’t seem to understand no. He’s probably not our perp, but maybe someone close to him wants Brenda out of the picture. Dig up whatever you can.”

      “Got it. Next?”

      “Her parents. I need everything you can find on them.”

      “Wait, you want me to do a deep dig on her family? You think they’re behind the attempt on your

      protectee’s life?”

      “No, I don’t,” he said. “But there’s something off. I’ve got a gut feeling that there’s more going on than they are saying. Mrs. Storm was quick to hide some medication when we arrived unexpectedly. Brenda says they’ve been acting strange lately. According to Brenda, her dad’s lost a lot of weight and was feverish tonight.”

      “All right. I’ll do some digging, though you know with HIPPA I won’t get far on the medical,” Simone said. “Anything else?”

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