To Save This Child. Darlene Graham
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or just lie on the beach?”
“I went to some Mayan ruins…in the jungle. Some remote ones.” Why was Kendal explaining herself to him? But his eyes were boring into hers with such intensity that she could hardly make herself look away, and her answers just seemed to fall out of her mouth.
“I assume you have some medical background?”
“Of course. Anatomy. Physiology. I specialize in surgical physiology and pharmacology.”
“Great! Wanna run away to Mexico with me?”
Behind him, she thought she heard the mousy nurse twitter.
“Not particularly.” Kendal didn’t get it. Run away to Mexico?
“You don’t care for Mexico?”
“Love it. Can’t wait to go back. But…” she trailed off, leaving him to fill in that the idea of going with him was the impediment.
“But not with a guy like me.” His blue eyes flashed with amusement.
Another twitter from the nurse entourage.
“Not even if it was for a good cause?”
“What is this about?” Kendal leaned around his broad form to get a look at the nurses, who obviously knew what the doctor was getting at.
But he leaned imperceptibly also, blocking her view. “I have a proposition for you, Kendal.”
Kendal wanted to say something sarcastic like Be still my beating heart because when a man like The Wolf used a word like “proposition,” her urge to resort to sarcasm was strong. “I hope this has something to do with Paroveen.”
“It does.”
That surprised her. His attitude had been so flippant that she wasn’t prepared for this conversation to lead anywhere serious.
“I’m listening.”
“For three weeks out of the year, every year, I go to Chiapas, Mexico, to work with the local peasants. I do as much surgery as I can on as many patients as I can for those three weeks. You’ve heard of Doctors Without Borders?”
Kendal had. The international relief effort manned by idealistic young doctors had originated in France. They brought medical care to the poor in Third World countries around the globe. Their efforts on behalf of children had always appealed to Kendal’s altruistic side. “I have. The work they do sounds wonderful.”
“My mission is similar. How would you like to be part of that mission?”
“Me? How?”
“Because you speak the Mexican dialects. Because I’ll promise to give Paroveen a thorough clinical trial down there. You can bring a case of the stuff with you. You can keep your own records. Merrill Jackson will love it. They should even get some great PR out of the deal.”
Behind him, Kendal now noticed, Kathy Martinez was smiling broadly, encouraging her. The nurse named Ruth was smiling, too, but with a kind of uncertainty.
“You’re saying you need an interpreter?”
“Absolutely. I speak a little Spanish, of course, and so does Ruth—” he motioned to the beautiful nurse “—but not fluently. The patients are hurting, frightened. They talk fast and the dialect is tricky. A good interpreter is crucial. What do you say? Will you consider it?”
“When?”
“Next week.”
“Next week?”
“Sorry. My regular interpreter got sick. I just found out yesterday.” He shot Kathy Martinez a meaningful glance.
“Isn’t that pretty short notice for getting me on board for a trip to Mexico?”
“You said you’d been there. I assume your passport is still current.”
“Well…yeah, but—”
“The other arrangements won’t be a big deal. Every year, I choose my own team, fly my own plane. We take our own security guard, Ben Schulman from the hospital. All of these nurses have gone down there at one time or another.”
The trio behind him nodded in affirmation.
“Ask them how fulfilling it is to help the poor, to change lives for the better. It will be a perfect opportunity to demonstrate the effectiveness of your new drug in a setting where it is desperately needed. Maybe Merrill Jackson would donate some immunizations, too.”
Kendal didn’t know how the conversation had taken this radical turn from slightly flirtatious to genuinely idealistic, but it had.
“I see. I…I’ll have to check my schedule. And I’ll have to get approval from my company.” But that wouldn’t be a problem, she was sure. Her boss had been very clear—do whatever you have to do.
“Of course.”
“We’d better get downstairs,” the willowy Ruth interjected. She stepped up beside Bridges.
But Jason Bridges stepped toward Kendal, facing her squarely, moving in close with his palm outstretched. “Give me one of your cards,” he said. “I’ll call you and we’ll set up a time to get together and discuss this. I’ll also have to teach you a bit about the types of surgery we do. You’ll end up answering a lot of questions for the patients and families. We’ll have a lot of preparation to do in a week’s time.”
“Okay. I’ll think about it.” But while she was handing him one of her cards Kendal was thinking, He can’t be serious. Me? On a medical mission to Mexico? In only a week?
He took the card. He glanced at it, then smiled into her eyes again. And again Kendal thought of The Wolf and how thoroughly dangerous it felt to be the object of this man’s attention. Like he could talk you into almost anything. She felt her cheeks heating up and was glad when he turned back to Ruth.
He stuffed Kendal’s card in the pocket of his leather jacket with the brochure, then said to his scrub nurse, “The patient is elderly. Very fragile. No room for screwups. I’d like you to be the one to set up downstairs, not one of those O.R. nurses.”
“Already done.” Ruth favored her boss with a cover model smile and a look of supreme confidence.
“Great. Remind me to give you a big old Christmas bonus.” Jason put a guiding hand to the small of his nurse’s back, and as the two of them hurried out the door his flashing eyes fixed on Kendal one last time. “I’ll talk to you soon, Kendal.”
CHAPTER FOUR
“PARDON ME?” Kendal tapped the security guard’s huge shoulder, which felt like it was carved out of marble. “You’re Ben Schulman, right?”
He turned, and Kendal looked up into the kindly handsome face that went with the killer body. The name tag on his massive chest read SCHULMAN, so of course this had to be the Gentle Ben that the nurses all talked about. Usually their talk bemoaned the fact that this fabulous hunk of male was not interested in women.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Kendal always greeted the younger man when she came into the hospital early in the mornings, when she was trying to catch up with the surgeons before they got too busy. He was always polite, always calling her “ma’am.”
Covering the night shift, Ben Schulman made for an imposing presence at the front entrance of the hospital. He was a six-foot-four blond wunderkind with a body builder’s physique and a choirboy’s face. The endless, swirling hospital rumors had painted Ben with a pretty broad brush. Religious fanatic. But a not-so-latent homosexual. But Kendal’s impression of him was that he was totally professional. Stoic, polite, nice. Approachable, should one need help. Aggressive, should one be up to no good. Definitely idealistic. A real “serve and protect” kind of guy.
“I’m Kendal Collins.”