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  “I’m staying.”

  “As you wish.”

  Once Joey was settled comfortably with his arm extended on a narrow arm board canted out from the table, Nita removed the bloody towel from his right hand. As she worked, she was disconcertingly aware of Deo’s presence just behind her. She could almost feel the heat coming off her body.

  “Would you step back just a little,” Nita said without turning, frustrated that her concentration was affected by a stranger this way.

  “Sure thing.”

  Nita didn’t hear her move, and she could still sense her nearness. This is ridiculous. Determined to banish the exasperating distraction from her consciousness, Nita focused on Joey and immediately her discomfort abated.

  “This might be just a bit uncomfortable,” she said, gently supporting his wrist in her palm.

  “It’s okay, Doc,” Joey said, his eyes fixed trustingly on her face.

  The bleeding had slowed to a trickle, but his small finger drooped and angled unnaturally. Nita noted an irregular laceration through the layer of caked-on blood. Saw blade. Another laceration slashed across the mid-portion of his ring finger. She carefully repositioned his hand on a sterile towel.

  “Sally, go ahead and soak his whole hand in quarter strength Betadiene for ten minutes and then irrigate the lacerations. In the meantime, give him a tetanus shot, a gram of Zinacef, and set up for an X-ray.” She patted Joey’s shoulder. “You’ve cut a tendon or two and nicked a nerve. Nothing we can’t fix. I’ll be back in a few minutes and we’ll get started.”

  Pushing back from the table, Nita stripped off her gloves. She tossed them aside and quickly left the room, still strangely disquieted by her reaction to her patient’s friend. She didn’t get derailed by the attention of a beautiful woman. Not anymore.

  “Hey!”

  Nita turned and saw that the woman was following her down the hall. Her long strides were forceful, more power than grace, and her physical presence combined with her natural beauty made an eye-catching package. Despite her appreciation, Nita carefully kept her expression flat. “Can I help you?”

  “He’s got insurance. Workman’s comp. Whatever he needs—”

  “You can give all that information to our receptionist out front.” Nita hoped the woman wasn’t suggesting Nita might not do everything necessary for the patient. “My only concern is taking care of his injury.”

  “Look. If he needs to go to a hospital or something—”

  “My decisions regarding his course of treatment are not based upon his ability to pay.” Nita regarded Deo with annoyance. “I didn’t get your name.”

  “Deo Camara. I’m his boss. And his cousin.” Deo thought about extending her hand, but for some reason she didn’t. She had the uneasy feeling she was acting like an ass chasing after the doctor, but she couldn’t seem to stop herself. This woman was so cool and detached and dismissive. Maybe that was it. She wasn’t used to women just brushing her off. Usually she was the one that had to do the kissing off.

  Nita took a breath and struggled to regain her professional composure. Deo could hardly help the way she looked. Her manners could stand some polish, but she was probably worried. “As soon as I complete my evaluation I’ll let you both know what needs to be done.”

  “He works with his hands.”

  “I understand.” Nita glanced at Deo’s hands, curled at her sides. They were the same dark bronze as her face, broad and strong, capable looking hands. An irregular white ribbon of damaged tissue slashed across the top of her left hand from the base of her thumb to the opposite side of her wrist. An old scar from what must have been a painful injury. Sympathetically, she said, “I can see you’ve had some experience with this kind of thing.”

  Following her gaze, Deo stiffened and tightened her fist until the skin turned pale and the scar disappeared. “No.”

  Nita’s immediate impulse was to apologize, because she heard not anger, but pain in Deo’s voice. Then a sudden realization turned her cold inside. She knew nothing of this woman except that she was beautiful and at the moment, in pain. A dangerous combination that she found all too compelling, and exactly the kind of woman she wanted nothing to do with.

  “I’ll be in to see your cousin in just a few moments,” Nita said, then pulled a chart off the nearest door and quickly stepped inside.

  Deo stared at the closed door, feeling the sudden silence in the hall like a weight on her chest. She had let a stranger stir her up, and worse, rouse banished memories. No one did that. She never let anyone close enough to risk awakening those unforgiven sins.

  *

  “Is Reese home yet?” Tory asked breathlessly as she hurried through the door into the sunny living room. She petted the concrete block-sized head of the Mastiff that ambled to greet her. “Hi Jedi.”

  “Not yet.” Kate, a blond version of her dark-haired, blue-eyed daughter Reese, held out a squirming toddler to Tory. “And the birthday girl has been asking.”

  “Hey, honey,” Tory said, taking her daughter. Reggie replied with a string of excited words, the bulk of which sounded like ma ma ma ma ma. Tory laughed. “That’s me. Well, one of them anyways.”

  When she kissed Reggie’s forehead, the wind coming in from the open door to the deck off the living area blew her hair into Reggie’s face. Reggie promptly grabbed a handful and held it to her mouth. Reggie’s red gold locks were lighter than Tory’s own auburn hair and her eyes more blue than green, but everyone said they could see Tory in Reggie. Sometimes when Tory looked at her daughter, she was struck with helpless wonder at what a miracle she was. At the sound of the screen door closing, Tory lifted her eyes from her daughter to the other miracle in her life.

  When she returned from Iraq, Reese had been thinner than Tory had ever seen her, as if the desert winds and searing heat and senseless, relentless death had carved away everything except what she needed to survive. But she had survived. And she had come home. Wounded, disillusioned, weary in body and soul. But alive. She had come home where she was loved and needed.

  With her coal black hair trimmed neatly at her collar, her intense deep-blue eyes, and her imposing body in a crisp khaki uniform, Sheriff Reese Conlon radiated strength. But Tory saw what others didn’t. Though Reese insisted she was recovered, she was still too thin, and there were still too many shadows under her eyes and in her eyes. Tory knew Reese tried to hide them, just as she knew that she tried to hide the fact that she rarely slept an entire night—or even more than an hour at a time. She didn’t know if Reese would ever talk about what haunted her. Not all pain could be purged. Until the time came, if it ever came, when Reese asked her to share that pain, Tory would give her the only thing she had to give—herself, in every way she could.

  Tory smiled at her lover. “Hello, darling.”

  “Hi, baby. I’m sorry I’m late.” Reese tossed her uniform hat and car keys onto the counter that separated the kitchen from the living area, smiled at her mother, and strode across the room to Tory. She put her arms around her and the baby, kissed Tory gently, and nuzzled Reggie’s neck, making her laugh. “Hi, Champ.”

  “You’re not late. I just got here myself.” Handing the baby off to Kate, Tory rested her head on Reese’s shoulder, still unable to forget what it had been like being without her. She had gotten up in the morning, had cared for Reggie, and had gone to the clinic and looked after her patients while all the time sensing that some essential part of herself was missing. She had never experienced anything as frightening as the hollow ache inside that she had known without doubt would never be filled if Reese did not come home. “I love you.”

  “Me too,” Reese whispered. Reluctantly, she let Tory go and glanced around the house. “So where’s the party?”

  “Jean is picking up some last minute things at the store,” Kate said, referring to her lover. “Pia called a little while ago and said she and KT were on their way. I assume you know where Bri and Nelson are?”

  “Oh hell,” Tory mutter
ed. “I wonder if anyone called Pia and told her Joey was hurt.”

  “What’s the matter with Joey?” Reese asked, stopping near the closet where she stored her gun belt.

  “I’m not sure, exactly. Deo brought him into the clinic just as I was leaving.” Tory unclipped her cell phone from her waistband. “I’d better track Pia down and let her know.”

  “Let me know what?” Pia Torres said as she came through the door holding hands with her lover, Dr. KT O’Bannon. She hefted the bottle of wine she carried in her other hand. “Let me dump this in the kitchen.”

  KT, tall, dark-haired, and roguishly good-looking, kissed Tory on the cheek. “Hi, Vic.”

  Tory smiled at the old nickname and felt KT studying her. KT could read her face better than anyone in the world except Reese. There had been a time when KT had been her world, before the wild and wildly attractive surgeon had strayed one too many times and finally crushed Tory’s innocence. Now, KT had found Pia, a woman who gave her the freedom she needed never to leave. Pia embraced the dangerous parts of KT that Tory hadn’t been able to, and in recognizing that, Tory had finally been able to accept how much goodness there was in her ex-lover and how much love they still shared.

  “Deo brought Joey into the clinic just as I was leaving,” Tory said as Pia walked over. “He had some kind of accident with a saw at work. Nita’s evaluating him.”

  “Oh my God.” Pia grabbed KT’s arm. “I have to go over there. I don’t want my mother to hear anything until I know what’s going on.”

  “It’s okay, babe. Nita’s good.” KT slid an arm around Pia’s waist, “Come on, we’ll go right now. I’ll drive.”

  “I’ve got the cruiser,” Reese said. “I’ll take you, Pia.”

  “You’ll take us both,” KT corrected.

  “Actually, you’ll take all of us,” Tory said, hurrying to join the group. She called over her shoulder to Kate, “I’ll update you as soon as I can. Keep the ice cream cold.”

  Chapter Two

  “Nita,” Tory said quietly from the door. “Can you talk?”

  Surprised, Nita looked up from examining Joey’s hand and swiveled on the short metal stool to face Tory. “Back already? What’s up?”

  “Joey’s sister is here. Do you mind if she comes in to see him?” Tory nodded to Deo. “Hi, Deo.”

  “Crap,” Joey muttered. “I told you we should call her.”

  “Jesus, Joey,” Deo scoffed. “Did you want me to call your mommy too?”

  Ignoring the back-and-forth behind her, Nita gestured to Joey’s hand draped in sterile towels on the table. She had yet to repair the damage and it didn’t look pretty. “She might want to wait until we get him cleaned up a little bit more.”

  “Pia is a hand therapist. She’ll be fine with it,” Tory explained.

  Nita raised her eyebrows. She didn’t mind family in the room when she was working. Medical personnel, however, sometimes took special handling, because they usually wanted to direct the treatment. This sounded like one of those situations.

  “KT’s here too.” Tory looked mildly chagrined.

  “Ah,” Nita said, the pieces suddenly falling into place. She’d worked with KT a few times right after Reese had been captured in Iraq and Tory had needed extra help in the clinic. She recalled now Randy mentioning over lunch one day that KT’s lover was an occupational therapist in town. “Well, you might as well all come on in.”

  After covering Joey’s hand with moist gauze, Nita rose and stripped off her gloves. Then she went to intercept the group just inside the door to the treatment room. The woman with KT and Tory looked like an elegant version of Deo and Joey. She had the same glossy, wavy black hair and dark expressive eyes. Her skin was a slightly lighter shade than theirs, closer to her own, and her features a little more finely detailed. Whereas Deo’s compelling beauty verged on androgyny, Pia was the archetype of female loveliness. God, can this family get any more attractive?

  “Hi,” Pia said, holding out her hand. “I’m Pia, Joey’s sister. Sorry to barge in.”

  Nita took her hand. “That’s quite all right. Hi, KT.”

  “Nita. What have you got?”

  “The X-rays are over here.” Nita led the three to the light box. “He’s got a fracture of the middle phalanx of his small finger. Fortunately, it’s favorably angled and once we reduce it, he should do well with a splint.”

  Nita waited while KT leaned forward and perused all the films. Then she went on. “He’s completely transected his extensor tendon in that finger and nicked the one in the ring finger.”

  “Looks like he’s bought himself a couple of months out of work,” KT commented.

  “No way,” Deo said, having moved closer while everyone was talking. “He’s still got one good hand and two legs. He’s not laying off for half the summer. He can have until Tuesday, then he needs to get his candy ass back to work.”

  Nita was about to remind Deo that she was making the decisions when Pia wrapped her arm around Deo’s waist and kissed her cheek. Struck by the obvious affection in Pia’s gesture and the fleeting look of tenderness that passed over Deo’s face, she hesitated.

  Pia said, “You okay, tough girl?”

  “I’m fine.” Deo’s voice sounded surprisingly husky. “I’m sorry about this, Pia.”

  “We’ll talk later,” Pia murmured. “It’ll be okay.”

  “Yeah. Right.”

  Once again, Nita caught a glimpse of something raw and vulnerable in Deo’s eyes, and against her will, she was drawn to it. Heart pounding, she turned her back to the cousins. She needed to get Joey taken care of and get them all out of the clinic. Especially Deo Camara. The woman was dangerous.

  “I was just about to do the tendon repair. If you want to do it, KT, it’s fine with me.” Even though it was a straightforward procedure, Nita wasn’t about to stand on ceremony when one of the best trauma surgeons on the East Coast was available to do the job. Especially not when a family member was involved.

  “Why don’t we do it together.” KT grinned. “Then we can all get back to the party.”

  “I’ll see the rest of the patients while you two take care of Joey,” Tory offered.

  Nita nodded in surrender. “Well, I guess it’s decided.”

  *

  “Look,” Deo said, trying to extricate herself from Pia’s grasp as they crossed the parking lot outside the clinic. “I don’t want to crash this party.”

  “It’s a baby’s birthday party!” Pia gave Deo a playful shove before she opened the passenger door of Deo’s camo green Defender and climbed in. Waving goodbye through the open top to KT, who was headed back to the party in Reese’s cruiser, she said, “It’s just a bunch of people you already know—and Tory invited you, so you can’t be crashing. Come on. I know you’ve been working fifteen hours a day since April without a day off. Why pass up free food and beer and good company?”

  “I can manage to get food and beer and plenty of company on my own,” Deo grumbled. “Jesus. I don’t need a social director.”

  “Yeah? Well I didn’t see you at the Memorial Day picnic or the Fourth of July barbecue yesterday.”

  “You know why.” Deo gunned the truck out of the parking lot, spewing gravel. “No point spoiling everyone’s day.”

  Pia rested her hand on Deo’s thigh. “You don’t know it would have been like that.”

  “Don’t I?” Deo said darkly. “It was a family gathering, wasn’t it? When was the last time I came to one where my father didn’t get drunk and practically call me out and my mother didn’t cry?”

  “Honey, it’s been ten years. Everyone needs to let it go.”

  Deo clenched her jaw. “Then someone should tell them that.”

  “I know, you’re right.”

  “And Christ almighty, wait until everyone hears about Joey. It’ll be Gabe all over again.”

  “My mother is not going to get hysterical and blame you,” Pia said. “And it isn’t your fault. Joey had an accident.”<
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  Deo shook her head as she turned onto 6A and headed west toward Reese and Tory’s home. “He got hurt working for me. I’m supposed to be looking out for my crew. It was my fault.”

  “Joey is a carpenter. These things happen.”

  “Let it go, Pia.”

  Pia sighed and patted Deo’s leg. “So, who are you dating now?”

  “What, now you want to find me a girlfriend?” Deo grinned. “I don’t think our tastes run in quite the same direction.”

  “You don’t think KT’s hot?”

  “Jesus, Pia, don’t put me on the spot here.”

  “Come on, admit it,” Pia teased. “She’s got a gorgeous body, a face to die for, and a mouth that can make a girl’s cli—”

  “Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa!” Laughing, Deo stuck out one arm as if to cover Pia’s mouth. “None of that. Jesus, I don’t want to look at her and have those pictures in my head.”

  “Well we used to share things about our girlfriends.”

  “Yeah, maybe when we were sixteen! Besides, you never did anything except kiss, as I recall, so there wasn’t much to tell.”

  Pia blushed. “You were doing enough of everything else for both of us.”

  Deo shot her a glance. “You really didn’t…you know, get it on with anyone before KT?”

  “Well I wasn’t living in a convent, but, no. Not entirely.”

  “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, you know,” Deo said gently. “KT is a lucky woman. She knows that, right?”

  “Yes, cousin, she knows, so you don’t have to defend my honor.” Pia stroked the top of Deo’s hand where it rested on the gear shift between them. “Do any of your girlfriends know what a big softie you are?”

  “Don’t spread nasty rumors about me,” Deo said, pulling into Reese and Tory’s drive. “They’ve got enough reason to be pissed off at me when I don’t marry them.”

  “Someday someone’s going to see through that tough girl act of yours,” Pia warned playfully. “Then you’ll be in trouble.”