Covert M.D. by Andersen Jessica

Author:Andersen, Jessica [Andersen, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: s
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-03-07T12:44:21+00:00

Chapter Eight

Where the hell was Rathe?

Nia frowned and buzzed him a fourth time. Even if he was focused on his snooping—or even better, had found something important—he should have called her back by now. Unless he couldn’t.

The thought tightened her left eyelid. Her chest constricted.

“Ready to go?” Logan’s voice broke in, and she palmed the phone before turning toward him. He held up her wrap and arched one brow. “Everything okay?”

“Yes, of course.” She presented her back, and he draped the black shawl across her shoulders. His fingers lingered long enough that she felt the warmth of him. It was a surprise, really. He was so cool on the outside.

“Of course everything’s okay? Or of course you’re ready to go?”

“Both.” Nia turned back to her date and expelled a breath. “Sorry. You’ve been great tonight, and I’ve been…”

“Distracted,” he finished for her, taking her arm. “I know. So let’s get out of here.”

Stay in public, well-lit areas. Don’t get yourself alone with him. Rathe’s instructions spooled through her mind, but she couldn’t see any way out unless she ditched Logan—who she was supposed to be distracting while Rathe finished his search.

It had been three hours since their last phone contact. Three hours of rubber chicken and mindless small talk with Director Talbot and his third wife, a bitchy bleached blonde named Yvette, whose sharp green eyes had marked Nia as competition. Three hours of trying to draw out Logan, who had remained hidden behind a cool exterior, seeming amused by her subtle probes. Three hours of wondering what Rathe had found. Where he’d gone.

Rathe, where are you?

“Ah. Here’s the car.” Logan cupped a hand beneath her elbow and motioned toward the low-slung two-seater as the valet hopped out. “Shall we?”

His eyes challenged her, mocked her. The phone remained stubbornly quiet.

Nia lifted her chin. “Absolutely.”

But nerves sizzled to life once she was seated in the vehicle. On the way to the dinner, she’d known Rathe was behind them. The small space inside the car hadn’t seemed so enclosed then. So confining. Now it was just her and Logan.

They drove in strained silence. A glance showed her that his sharply defined profile was set, hard. His eyes caught and held hers.

The car seemed suddenly smaller.

They rolled to a stop outside the apartment building.

“Well, thank you for a lovely evening.” Nia grabbed for the door handle, ready to bolt.

Logan clamped a hand around her upper arm, and she froze, aware of his size and of the heavy muscles beneath his expensive tux. After a moment his hold gentled. “I’m not the guy, Nia.”

Panic flared. She dropped her chin and forced a laugh. “What guy, my soul mate? Isn’t it a bit premature for either of us to decide—”

“Don’t bother.” He held up a hand to stop the lie. “It’s okay. It makes sense.” He ticked the points off on his fingers. “Whoever it is must have access to the sixth floor, had to know about you and McKay, and likely has a good grasp of transplant medicine.

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