The hospital where Micah’s friend worked was only a few minutes from the airport. Micah took Callie inside while the others waited in the car. Micah had a private word with the receptionist, who nodded and left her desk for a minute. She came back with a tall, dark-headed man about Micah’s age. He motioned to Micah.

      Callie was led back into an examination room. Micah sank into a chair by the desk.

      “Are you going to sit there the whole time?” Callie asked Micah, aghast, when the doctor asked her to remove the shirt she was wearing so he could examine her.

      “You haven’t got anything that I haven’t seen, and I need to explain to Jerry what I did to treat your wound.” He proceeded to do that while Callie, uncomfortable and shy, turned her shoulder to him and removed the shirt.

      After checking her vital signs, Dr. Candler took the bandage off and examined the small red cut with a scowling face. “How did this happen?” he asked curtly.

      “One of Lopez’s goons had a knife and liked to play games with helpless women,” Micah said coldly.

      “I hope he won’t be doing it again,” the physician murmured as he cleaned and redressed the superficial wound.

      “That’s classified,” Micah said simply.

      Callie glanced at him, surprised. His black eyes met hers, but he didn’t say anything else.

      “I’m going to give you a tetanus shot as a precaution,” Dr. Candler said with a professional smile. “But I can almost guarantee that the cut won’t leave a scar when it heals. I imagine it stings.”

      “A little,” Callie agreed.

      “I need to give her a full examination,” Dr. Candler told him after giving Callie the shot. “Why don’t you go outside and smoke one of those contraband Cuban cigars I’m not supposed to know you have?”

      “They aren’t contraband,” Micah told him. “It isn’t illegal if you get given one that someone has purchased in Cuba. Cobb was down there last month and he brought me back several.”

      “Leave it to you to find a legal way to do something illegal,” Candler chuckled.

      “Speaking of which, I’d better give a mutual acquaintance a quick call and thank him for the loan of his equipment.” He glanced at Callie and smiled softly. “Then maybe Callie can relax while you finish here.”

      She didn’t reply. He went out and closed the door behind him. She let out an audible sigh of relief.

      “Now,” Dr. Candler said as he continued to examine her. “Tell me what happened.”

      She did, still shaken and frightened by what she’d experienced in the last two days. He listened while he worked, his face giving nothing away.

      “What happened to the man who did it?” he persisted.

      She gave him an innocent smile. “I really don’t know,” she lied.

      He sighed. “You and Micah.” He shook his head. “Have you known him long?”

      “Since I was fifteen,” she told him. “His father and my mother were briefly married.”

      “You’re Callie!” the doctor said at once.

      4

      The look on Callie’s face was priceless. “How did you know?” she asked.

      He smiled. “Micah talks about you a lot.”

      That was a shocker. “I didn’t think he wanted anybody to know I even existed,” she pointed out.

      He pursed his lips. “Well, let’s just say that he has ambiguous feelings about you.”

      Ambiguous. Right. Plainly stated, he couldn’t stand her. But if that was true, why had he come himself to rescue her, instead of just sending his men?

      She drew in a breath as he tended to her. “Am I going to be okay?”

      “You’re going to be good as new in a few days.” He smiled at her. “Trust me.”

      “Micah seems to.”

      “He should. I taught him everything he knows about surgery,” he chuckled. “I was a year a head of him when we were in graduate school, and I took classes for one of the professors occasionally.”

      She smiled. “You’re very good.”

      “So was he,” he replied grimly.

      She hesitated, but curiosity prodded her on. “If it wouldn’t be breaking any solemn oath, could you tell me why he didn’t finish his residency?”

      He did, without going into details. “He realized medicine wasn’t his true calling.”

      She nodded in understanding.

      “But you didn’t hear that from me,” he added firmly.

      “Oh, I never tell people things I know,” she replied easily, smiling. “I work for a lawyer.”

      He chuckled. “Do tell?”

      “He’s something of a fire-eater, but he’s nice to me. He practices criminal law back in Jacobsville, Texas.”

      He put the medical equipment to one side and told her she could get dressed.

      “I’m going to put you on some antibiotics to fight off infection.” He studied her with narrowed eyes. “What you’ve been through is traumatic,” he added as he handed her the prescription bottle. “I’d advise counseling.”

      “Right now,” she said on a long breath, “I’m occupied with just trying to stay alive. The drug dealer is still after me, you see.”

      His jaw tautened. “Micah will take care of you.”

      “I know that.” She stood up and smiled, extending her hand. “Thanks.”

      He shook her hand and shrugged. “Think nothing of it. We brilliant medical types feel obliged to minister to the masses…”

      “Oh, for God’s sake!” Micah groaned as he entered the room, overhearing his friend.

      Dr. Candler gave him a look full of frowning mock-hauteur. “And aren’t you lucky that I don’t have to examine you today?” he drawled.

      “We’re leaving. Right now.” He took Callie by the hand and gave the other man a grin. “Thanks.”

      “Anytime.