The Millionaire and the M.D. Read online

  “No. It’s a gift.” She readjusted her stethoscope, then folded her arms over her chest.

  “Nice accessorizing.”

  “I like it.” Unlike you, she thought uncharitably. “Seriously, why are you here?”

  “To talk to you.”

  “How did you know I’d be here?” she asked.

  “Like I said, I work here.”

  She was in and out of this hospital all hours of the day and night, and she had never seen him until two days ago in her office. “Doing what here exactly?”

  “My company was retained to do the hospital expansion project.”

  With great difficulty Rebecca resisted the urge to smack herself in the forehead. She knew Mercy Medical was adding four patient floors to their existing facility in order to accommodate the explosive population growth in the Las Vegas Valley. She’d seen the evidence of construction—a portable trailer and signs around the hospital that said T&O Enterprises, but she hadn’t connected the dots. For a smart woman she was d-u-m-b.

  “I see,” she said.

  “Because of that, I’m in and out of the hospital. There are flyers everywhere publicizing community outreach programs—yours included. I figured it couldn’t hurt to try again to get you on my side.”

  “And what if I didn’t have time to do this with you again?”

  He looked around the still-empty room, then met her gaze, a knowing glint in his own. “Yeah. I can see where that’s a problem. What with the line out the door waiting to get in and hear Dr. Rebecca Hamilton’s words of wisdom.”

  “I see someone else has a sarcastic streak.”

  “Imagine that. Common ground. It’s a beginning,” he said.

  A beginning was the last thing she wanted. And when he graced her with a grin that made her heart palpitate, the wisdom of her instincts was confirmed. Her knees actually went weak and she felt giddy as a schoolgirl. She’d never felt giddy when she was a schoolgirl. She didn’t want to talk to him again.

  “My answer is still the same, Gabe. You’re wasting your time.”

  “It’s my time to waste and I don’t think I am,” he added. “Because, I have to tell you, it worried me when you let it slip that Amy is at risk.”

  She could understand that. “Amy can tell you what you want to know.”

  “I tried. She won’t say anything.”

  “Do you have any idea why?”

  “Not a clue.” He met her gaze, and his own was full of flirtatious charm. “So you’re not going to give me any information?”

  “Nothing’s changed. I can’t. But I have a question for you.”

  “Okay. Shoot.” He folded his arms over his chest and gave her his full attention.

  All that attention made it hard to draw in a deep breath. Rebecca took a step back hoping a little distance would take the edge off her reaction to him. “Maybe the baby’s father can get through to her. Did she ever mention him?”

  “Not to me. But then we never talked much.” He shook his head. “And since I moved here, well, let’s just say nothing’s changed. I haven’t been in touch with the family as much as I should have been, I guess.” He shrugged, but the movement was more uncomfortable than cavalier. “I’ve been busy.”

  Doing what? she wondered, when he frowned the mother of all frowns, and the bleakest expression she’d ever seen settled in his blue eyes. Was it possible he really was worried? That brief vulnerability was the only reason she asked, “What’s kept you too busy to keep in touch with home?”

  “Opening a branch office of the company here in Las Vegas. It kept me too busy to think—”

  “About what?” she asked.

  “Nothing. Never mind.” He met her gaze, but his own held lingering traces of sadness. “The building industry here in the valley is booming. A successful, multimillion-dollar company doesn’t get that way by ignoring opportunities.”

  She stared at him. Cocky she understood, which was the effect he was going for. Arrogant she could deal with, although he hadn’t quite gone there. Flirtation she was on guard against, because he was too good-looking for her not to be. But vulnerable? She didn’t know what to do with that.

  “I didn’t mean to pry. And the past doesn’t matter. What’s important now is building a relationship with your sister. Get her to open up about what happened—”

  “Hold it.” He frowned. “She’s having a baby. It’s pretty obvious what happened.”

  Rebecca shook her head and only said, “Maybe.”

  His eyes narrowed. “You think there’s something special she needs to open up about?”

  “Not that she told me. And that’s the truth,” she added at his skeptical look. “Has she said anything, anything in passing, any hint, that she doesn’t want her baby?”

  He stood up. “Where did that come from? Did she tell you that?”

  “No. But something’s wrong. Do you have any idea what?”

  He frowned for several moments, then said, “I’m not sure if this is on Amy’s mind, but my mother died after giving birth to my sister.”

  That could be pertinent information. “Is she nervous about having a baby?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “You might try getting her to open up about that,” she suggested.

  “Maybe.”

  Suddenly all traces of charm disappeared and he looked angry, reminding Rebecca a lot of his sister. “How about you?”

  “Me? What?”

  “Losing your mother, especially unexpectedly from complications of childbirth, must have been very traumatic.”

  “It was a long time ago.”

  Rebecca had learned that what people didn’t talk about was often as important as what they did. “The fact is your sister is going to have a baby. Did you ever hear her say she doesn’t want children?”

  “No.”

  He shifted his shoulders when he answered, as if he were uncomfortable with the question. Something was very off between these two and that begged the question—why would Amy turn to a brother who hadn’t been there for her? It was a logical assumption that she believed he was the only one between her and the streets and she had nowhere else to go. In reality their issues were only Rebecca’s problem if it affected the health of her patient and the infant she carried. But tell that to the part of her that was overly curious, in a very female way, about this man. She didn’t like that she was interested.

  For that reason she wished she could champion his cause of convincing Amy to go home. But that crossed the line between professional and personal. “So I guess I’ve made my position clear?”

  “You have.” His mouth pulled tight. “And I’ll do the same. If I can’t convince my sister she’d be better off in Texas, then I will be involved. I’ll be there for her.”

  Rebecca nodded. “Okay, then.”

  “So what can you tell me? What can I do?”

  “It’s important that she eats right. She really is eating for two. The baby will get what it needs from her and that will take a toll on her body unless she replenishes with proper nutrition. She needs to hydrate herself. No soda. Juice and water are best. Lots of sleep. And she’s supposed to call the office to set up an appointment for an ultrasound.”

  “Okay. I’ll see she does all that. What else?”

  “Encourage her to share her feelings. This is a life-altering event. You haven’t made a secret of the fact that you’re not happy she’s here. As much as possible, let her know she’s not alone.”

  “Okay. Thanks, Doc.”

  When he put his hand out, Rebecca only hesitated a second before putting her fingers in his palm. It was warm and strong, and again she had the sensation of not being able to draw in enough air.

  Since Amy had gone to her brother in her time of need, it was a good thing he had, however reluctantly, decided to support her. It was good for Amy, not so much for Rebecca. It meant she hadn’t seen the last of him as she’d hoped.

  But that was today. From experience Rebecca knew
that tomorrow he could decide it was all too much trouble and that would be that. She’d learned the only one she could count on was herself and hoped her patient wasn’t in for a similar painful lesson at the worst possible time.

  Gabe turned his BMW right from Siena Heights onto Eastern Avenue and crawled through the congestion to Horizon Ridge Parkway. Wasn’t it handy that Dr. Rebecca Hamilton had her office up the street from Mercy Medical Center? He had a portable trailer set up there for his office, which made it easier to supervise construction on the hospital expansion. But the short drive didn’t give him a lot of time to plan what he’d say to the doc when he read her the riot act. What kind of game was she playing? He and Amy had their problems, but he wouldn’t stand by and do nothing when his sister’s medical needs were being ignored.

  Just past the Radiology Center he turned left into the parking lot and pulled into an empty space. The desert landscaping outside the medical building was rock and shrubs—different from the lush bushes, grass and trees in Texas. But he knew from his last visit that the inside would bring back memories he’d done his damnedest to forget.

  And as for Doc Goody Two-shoes, she talked a good game. Miss I’ll-Treat-Her-No-Matter-What might look like an angel, but not so much. He had a bone to pick with her.

  Inside, Grace was sitting in the reception area and smiled when she saw him. “Hi.”

  “I want to see Rebecca.”

  He didn’t give a rat’s ass whether or not the doc wanted him to call her that.

  “The doctor is with a patient. If you’d like to take a seat—”

  The last thing he wanted was to be here at all. Next to last was taking a seat.

  “I want to see her now,” he said.

  Grace’s eyes widened as she studied the look on his face. Apparently, she knew he meant business because she stood and said, “I’ll let her know you’re here.”

  Gabe paced in front of the reception window and noticed the waiting room was empty. It was after five and probably she was with her last patient of the day. Not that he cared if he inconvenienced her. She wasn’t being especially accommodating.

  Grace returned to the reception desk and said, “I’ll show you into the doctor’s office.”

  “I know where it is.” He walked through the door that separated the waiting area from the back office and went down the hall, turning left into the room with the desk and diplomas where he’d seen Rebecca working.

  Grace was right behind him. “If you’ll have a seat, the doctor will be here in a few minutes.”

  “I’ll stand,” Gabe said.

  The office phone rang and Grace looked torn. She picked up the extension and listened, then put the caller on hold. After giving him a don’t-touch-anything look, she left.

  He glanced around the small room, which was as cluttered as the last time. Charts, a computer and papers littered the top of her desk. On the wall in front of him was a seascape and another of a gondola gliding under a bridge on a canal, probably Venice. Apparently, she liked water. That was about as personal as she got because there were no photographs scattered around.

  Before he could think about that, he heard voices in the hall, then saw Rebecca with a very pretty, very pregnant woman.

  “Should I make an appointment, Doctor?”

  “Yes. Although I don’t think you’re going to need it, Elena. I have a feeling the next time I see you it will be in Labor and Delivery at Mercy Medical.”

  The woman crossed her fingers. “From your mouth to God’s ear.”

  Rebecca hugged her. “Very soon you’ll be holding your baby.”

  “I can’t wait.”

  Gabe’s chest tightened painfully. The woman’s pregnancy glow hurt his eyes, and the overwhelming feeling of emptiness and loss hurt his heart. And that was why he hated being here.

  Rebecca glanced into the office, waved goodbye to her patient, then came inside. “Is Amy all right?”

  “You tell me. Not only am I kept out of that particular loop, apparently further information from this office won’t be forthcoming. At least not anytime in the near future.”

  She walked behind her desk but didn’t sit in the chair. When she met his gaze, her brown eyes were shadowed and puzzled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “And I have no idea what’s going on. Did you or did you not promise to take my sister as a patient?”

  “You know I did.”

  “Then why was she turned away?”

  The puzzled look intensified. “Again, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “When I asked Amy about her ultrasound appointment, she said she didn’t have one because when she called there were no openings.”

  “That’s not possible,” Rebecca said, shaking her head.

  “Define ‘not possible.’”

  “She’s an existing patient. The next very important step of her treatment is an ultrasound. I want the test done stat—ASAP,” she translated. “No way would she be denied an office visit.”

  “Well, she was.” He folded his arms over his chest and stared at her.

  She glared back. “She’s your sister, but she’s a mixed-up, hormonal teenager. And I’m not going to argue with you, Gabe. Grace answers the phone and makes most of the appointments. If she’s unavailable, I do it myself. I’ll clear this up right now.”

  The look she flashed him just before leaving the room was rife with irritation, and he had the absurd thought that she was beautiful when she was angry. He didn’t like his next thought any better. He wanted to see what kind of curves she had going on under her shapeless white coat. That kind of thinking felt like cheating. Cheating felt like crap and was just another in a growing list of reasons why he didn’t want to be here.

  Rebecca returned, looking grim, a stark contrast to how she’d looked with her patient Elena. “Amy never called here, Gabe.”

  “What?”

  “Like I said, Grace or I would have talked to her. If she’d called, we would have scheduled an appointment that was convenient for her or we’d have fit her in. Neither of us has spoken with her. I’m quite sure she never contacted the office.”

  He rubbed his neck. “Amy lied to me?”

  Rebecca shrugged as she slid her hands into the pockets of her lab coat. “She’s trying to avoid her pregnancy. The problem with avoiding your problems is that when you bury your head in the sand you leave your—”

  “Backside exposed,” he finished.

  “Pretty much.” The look she gave him was guarded. “The thing is, I don’t know you and you don’t know me. What we do know is that your sister is troubled. But sooner or later she’s got to face what’s happening to her. She ran away from home, but for her sake and the baby’s, she’s got to stop running.”

  “She ran to me and I don’t know why.”

  “Me, neither.”

  Her look was wary and suspicious and made him feel more like crap than he had before. She definitely acted differently with him than she had with Amy, Grace or her patients. The weird thing is that he noticed at all. Since losing Hannah he’d been all work—no social life, extracurricular activities or interpersonal interaction. But through circumstances beyond his control he’d become responsible for his pregnant sister and was feeling a man/woman kind of vibe for her doctor.

  He wasn’t very happy about either situation. Ignoring this “thing” with Rebecca was a piece of cake, compared with ignoring the fact that his sister was going to have a baby. And Hannah’s words echoed through his mind.

  The baby is the most important thing.

  “Okay.” Gabe nodded. “I get the point.”

  “If you say so.”

  “Look, Doc, I’m sorry about storming in here. It won’t happen again.”

  “Right.”

  Her hostility was showing, and part of him didn’t like that. But he couldn’t afford to care. One crisis at a time. Right now that crisis was getting Amy in here for the test.

  “On my way
out I’ll stop and make an appointment for the ultrasound. You have my word that my sister will show up for it.”

  “Okay.”

  Her tone said she didn’t believe him, and he wanted to say her cynicism was showing, but that would prolong a meeting that had definitely not been his finest hour. Actually, dignity was the least of his problems. The fact that he’d been tempted to prolong this meeting at all had taken him by surprise.

  After stopping to schedule the appointment, he left the office and realized getting out of there fast wasn’t as much about saving face as it was the fact that he wanted to pull sexy Dr. Hamilton into his arms and kiss the daylights out of her.

  That was bad enough. Worse was that he had to bring Amy back to see the doc again. All of that begged the question: Which god had he pissed off, and what penance could he do to stop the harassment?

  Chapter Three

  Rebecca stood with Gabe in the hallway outside the exam room where his sister was going to have her ultrasound.

  “What’s going on? Grace said you needed to see me.”

  Poor Grace was getting worn-out being their go-between, Rebecca thought. If it was up to her she wouldn’t see him at all, but she wasn’t the pregnant teenager who was on the other side of that door waiting for a test she didn’t understand and trying really hard not to let anyone see that she was scared spitless. Ultrasound technology wasn’t invasive or painful, which made it an extremely useful diagnostic tool for gathering information.

  Most expectant mothers were excited at the prospect of “meeting” their child for the first time. The majority of them brought along the expectant father to share in the joy. But Amy had no one, at least no one she felt she could count on. No one except her brother. And counting on him was iffy at best.

  “Amy asked if you could be there while she has the test done.”

  “My sister?”

  Rebecca smiled. “Do you know another pregnant Amy?”

  “What I meant was—are we talking about the same sister who thinks I don’t know anything?”

  “That would be the one. I know tolerance is a challenge when she’s been so difficult. But try to put yourself in her shoes.”