The Doctor's Guardian

by Marie Ferrarella

Apparently the superintendent was having trouble renting it out now. Nobody wanted to live in a place where someone had been killed. The supposed “vibrations,” coupled with vivid imaginations, were just too much to handle for the potential renters who’d come to look the apartment over so far. She had to admit she couldn’t say she blamed them.

  “Well, this is it,” she told him, nodding toward the door as she turned around to face him. Without looking into the yawning abyss that was her purse, Nika began to rummage through it with her hand, searching for the familiar shape of her house keys. “You’ve brought me to my door, so you are now officially relieved of duty,” she teased.

  He had to get going, Cole thought. Nika had already told him that she was going to see about filling in some of the information he’d requested earlier. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t put someone at the precinct to work on the project as well. There was a chance that the com puter wizard he used would come up with more data than Nika had at her disposal. At the very least, one set of information could wind up augmenting the other.

  It only made sense.

  What didn’t make sense was why he wasn’t moving away. He should be taking his leave and just going. Instead, he stood there, looking at her, thinking that he’d looked down into prettier faces, more symmetric faces, even—maybe—more animated faces.

  So what was it about this one that kept pulling him in, as if he was nothing more than just some loose iron filing and she was this large, compelling and damn sexy magnet?

  Move, damn it, Baker! Move! Get the hell out of here!

  Go!

  And yet, he didn’t.

  What he did do was place his hands on either side of her shoulders, anchoring her in place ever so lightly. And then, in the next heartbeat, he found himself lowering his face to hers.

  Lowering his lips to hers.

  And then, just like that, there was no more lowering, no more mental skirmishes with small, annoying inner voices telling him to get the hell out of there before he got in over his head.

  He was already in over his head.

  He knew that from the first second his mouth touched hers.

  But it didn’t keep him from savoring the taste he’d discovered. Didn’t keep him, for one insanely head-spinning second, from losing himself in her.

  Chapter 10

  Time stretched out as one second fed on another.

  One taste begged for a second.

  And then a third.

  Cole’s hands slipped from her shoulders and framed Nika’s face. He gathered her to him as he deepened a kiss that was already far too deep for him to safely tread water.

  He was swimming for his life.

  And coming perilously close to going down for the third time.

  Damn, he hadn’t expected this. Hadn’t expected something so insignificant as a mere kiss to open up a door that released something wild and raw within him. Never in a million years would he have said that someone as innocent looking as this woman could have elicited this sort of a reaction from him.

  And yet, she was.

  Big-time.

  Oh God, this was it. This was what she had resigned herself to believe didn’t exist in the world. She’d once prayed with every fiber of her being that something like this would find her, but as she grew older, Nika began to realize that things like this just didn’t happen. That the feel of lightning striking in your veins was the stuff that movies and books and dreams were made out of, but as far as reality went, well, it just didn’t happen. Reality promised to be a letdown, and she’d made her peace with that.

  Until this moment, she’d been content to be the doctor, the daughter, the niece, the friend that she was to the various people in her life. What she hadn’t been—and it had been all right with her until just this moment—was a woman. A woman with a woman’s desires and needs. That part of her had somehow gotten buried, lost in the shuffle to be all those other things, and be them to the utmost of her ability. And consequently, she’d never been in love. Never made love.

  But at this moment, all she wanted was to be a woman. To be with him.

  To be a lover. His lover.

  She wanted to follow this racing feeling that pulsated through her to its natural conclusion. Ached to follow it to its natural conclusion. She knew there’d be consequences, and ultimately, there’d be pain. Men like Cole Baker didn’t stay put, didn’t settle down.

  But that was something she’d think about later. Right now, all that mattered was this untamed excitement she was feeling.

  “Do you want to come inside for a minute?” she whispered against Cole’s mouth.

  The next moment, she felt that mouth form a single word.

  “Yes.”

  Nika was still clutching the key to her apartment in her hand. Her heart pounding, she moved over only enough to be able to somehow insert the key into the lock and turn it. Grasping the doorknob, her mouth still very much sealed to Cole’s, Nika managed to twist it and get the door open.

  Holding on to her tightly, Cole moved into her apartment, bringing her with him.

  And then Cole’s cell phone began to ring.

  The insistent sound shattered the moment into tiny little bits.

  She heard Cole mutter an oath under his breath, draw away from her and yank the offending communication device out of his pocket. The second he put it to his ear, her cell began to ring, demanding her attention.

  Nika’s heart sank as a premonition told her it wasn’t a coincidence. Still, she fervently hoped it was as she took her cell out of her purse.

  Even as she did so, her eyes never left Cole’s face, taking in every nuance. She almost felt his expression as it hardened. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

  Nika barely remembered mumbling, “Hello?” into her phone.

  “Dr. Pulaski?” a husky, breathless voice asked. “It’s Gerald.”

  An image of the imposing orderly flashed through her mind’s eye. The man who’d helped Cole get her out of the elevator shaft. Why was Gerald calling her? And who had given him her number? “This is Dr. Pulaski. What’s wrong, Gerald?”

  “This wasn’t my idea, Doctor,” his voice was apologetic. “Shelley, the evening nurse, asked me to call you. It’s Mr. Peters.”

  Her breath backed up in her chest. She stopped look ing at Cole and turned away, creating a semblance of privacy for herself. The bad feeling she had turned to a worse one.

  “What about him?” she asked, her voice deadly still as she hoped against hope that she wasn’t going to hear what she was afraid of hearing.

  The solemn voice on the other end said, “He died. His heart just gave out.”

  It didn’t seem possible. There was no record of the man even having a heart condition, and nothing had shown up on any tests. Kidney stones were responsible for bringing him to the E.R. and those had successfully been broken up. He had the heart of a forty-year-old.

  “But he was supposed to be leaving today,” Nika protested, as if that could somehow change the outcome. “He was all right when I saw him. I signed him out.”

  She pressed her lips together, banking down the sudden wave of sadness that threatened to overwhelm her. She’d promised to stop by before leaving for the day to discuss her idea about finding him a housemate, but one of her other patients had suddenly had a seizure and had needed all of her attention. By the time he’d been stabilized, it was time for her to meet Cole.

  Would she have been able to save the old man if she’d kept her promise to drop by his room before she left?

  “Not anymore,” Gerald told her quietly. “I wouldn’t have bothered you, Doctor, but Nurse Shelley thought you’d want to know.”

  Yes, she wanted to know. “She was right, Gerald,” Nika said numbly. “Thanks for calling.”

  Feeling as if she was drugged and sleepwalking, she pressed the button that ended the call and dropped her cell into her purse without looking.

  “There’s been another one,” Cole told her grimly, closin
g his cell phone.

  “I know.” She struggled to bank down the lost feeling wafting through her.

  What was going on? Was there someone deliberately killing old people? She’d been the one to call attention to this, but even so, it seemed so horribly improbable. Joshua Peters wouldn’t have hurt a fly—why do away with him? “I just got a call from the hospital. Joshua Peters died.”

  He had another possible homicide on his hands. And in all likelihood, a serial killer. So why did he have this overwhelming urge to shut all that out and just get back to kissing her?

  Cole forced himself to focus.

  “I’ve got to go,” he told her. It was not without regret. But he was a cop, and death came before life in this case.

  She pulled her door closed and locked it. “I’m coming with you.”

  He wasn’t about to bring her to what was now a crime scene. Even though she was no stranger to death, this was his territory, not hers. “Veronika, I can’t—”

  There was no way she was going to stay behind. “Mr. Peters was my patient,” she insisted. “He was fine this afternoon when I saw him. Not happy about being released, but fine.”

  Her words stopped him in his tracks. “Why wasn’t he happy about being released?” He had no idea if this meant anything or not, but at this point, he needed all the input he could gather together. Somewhere in all the unsorted information he’d collected about the late patients was the reason this was happening. He just had to make sense of it.

  “Take me with you and I’ll tell you,” Nika bargained. She saw the hesitation in his eyes. She had him on the ropes and he was wavering, she thought. “If you don’t take me, I’m still going to get there. It’ll just take me longer by bus.”

  He knew she wasn’t bluffing. She was as good as gone. “You are one stubborn woman.”

  “Never claimed not to be,” she replied. She wasn’t about to celebrate a victory yet. “That’s one of my outstanding features. Stubbornness is in the genes,” she told him.

  He could believe it. Cole led the way back to the elevator. He repeated his question as they walked. “All right, tell me why Joshua Peters wasn’t happy about being released?”

  Oh no, it wasn’t going to be that easy. “I’ll tell you when I’m in your car and you’re driving back toward the hospital.”

  He pressed for the elevator and then glared at her incredulously. “Don’t trust me?”

  “Ordinarily, I’d say yes, because that’s just the way I am. Trusting.” And, at times, that was a liability. She’d gotten hurt that way and definitely taken advantage of. But she refused to surrender her faith, her optimism. The day she did, the other side won. “But in this case,” she told him, “no. You’d leave me and tell me it’s for my own good. Meanwhile, you’d be hoping that I wouldn’t make good on my promise of taking the bus.”

  The elevator arrived and Cole ushered her in before him, then pressed for the first floor and hoped they could get there without having to pick up any additional passengers.

  “I know better,” he answered. “There’s no point in trying to abandon you. You’d walk if you had to, but you’d get there.”

  She smiled as they rode down. “You are beginning to get to know me, aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” he answered. “I am.”

  And heaven only knew if that was a good thing or a bad one, he added silently. He had the uneasy feeling that this little bit of a woman could very well be his undoing, taking him to places he had vehemently vowed never to frequent again.

  “Okay, now tell me,” Cole all but ordered as he drove out of the parking structure and onto the street again. Twilight was darkening the streets, ushering in a velvety night. His headlights illuminated the path before them a few feet at a time. It wasn’t foggy, but it definitely was unclear.

  “He hated living in the nursing home, said his kids sold his house out from under him and took some of the money to set him up at the nursing home. He complained to me more than once that he hated living with old people because they were all obsessed with issuing periodic proclamations about their bodily functions. That and, according to him, they smelled of death.”

  Not exactly a selling feature, he thought. “Peters said that?”

  “More or less,” Nika answered. When he looked at her, waiting, she added, “I dressed it up a little, but I’m not exaggerating the way he felt about living in that nursing home. I told him that I would try to help him get his own place and share expenses with a housemate. I know several people who lived with elderly citizens, helping them out in exchange for a break in the rent. I also have had contact with some people who really want to get out of living in nursing homes, but they can’t afford their own place. I was sure that one of them would be open to this arrangement,” she said with a sad smile. “I wanted to help him regain his sense of freedom and dignity.”

  Frustrated, angry, Nika blew out a breath and stared through the window at the world that was now en-shrouded in darkness.

  “And now he’s gone.” She snapped her fingers. “Just like that.”

  Cole listened to her as his mind pulled in connections, searching for any kind of red flag, any kind of clue to send him off in a new direction.

  “Who called you just now?” he asked as he eased his car around a corner.

  “Gerald.” She glanced at Cole. “I think his last name is Mayfield. He’s an orderly on the floor tonight. Oh,” she recalled again, “he’s the one who helped you get me out of the elevator shaft.”

  “He has your phone number?” Cole questioned. Was she friendly with the orderly? Or was there something more? And why did that seem to matter to him beyond just applying it to the case? If she was involved with the orderly, then she was lying about not being sure of the man’s last name, and Cole’s gut told him she didn’t lie. Even so, he pressed, “Isn’t that a little unusual?”

  “It would be if he had my number, but he doesn’t. At least, I never gave it to him. That’s not to say it’s not available through the hospital intranet.” She mentally pushed the sadness she felt to one side and tried to think. “Gerald said that one of the nurses, Shelley Wallace,” she said, guessing his next question, “asked him to call me. Most likely, she got my cell number for him. I think they all know how attached I get to the patients in the unit.” She pressed her lips together, talking more to herself than to him. “I shouldn’t, but I do.”

  Cole’s voice was stony. “Attachments are how people get hurt.”

  His tone had her looking at him. She wanted to ask the detective if he was speaking from personal experience, but something warned her away from the subject. Right now, there were a lot of emotions dancing between them and not all of them had to do with the man they were going to the hospital to view one last time.

  “Maybe I should move my grandmother,” he said, breaking the painful silence that was pulsating and growing between them.

  “Move her?” Nika echoed in surprise. “Move her to where?”

  “To another hospital.” He didn’t want to get so involved in this case that he overlooked the very obvious: that quite possibly his grandmother was in danger. “There’s obviously something going on at Patience Memorial and—”

  She didn’t let him finish. “Don’t do anything rash,” Nika begged. “Dr. Goodfellow is an excellent surgeon and so’s Dr. Chase, the surgeon who’s scheduled to do her breast biopsy once her blood pressure is within the acceptable parameters.”

  “That won’t do her any good if something happens to her before she can have the procedures done,” Cole pointed out.

  Nika shifted in her seat. “Listen to me. Going to a good hospital and lining up the best surgeons is more important than a lot of people realize. Not every surgeon is worth the title and, as for the hospital, you want one that polices its own staff to make sure that mistakes are kept at a minimum. This hospital has an incredible track record for excellence. That’s not as easy to come by as it sounds.”

  Still, he had his doubts.
“Doesn’t do much good when there’s some kind of maniac running loose, eliminating old people at will.”

  “Maybe it’s not at will,” Nika countered, reviewing the list she’d given him in her mind. “Maybe whoever’s doing this isn’t doing it just willy-nilly or for the money. Maybe—”

  “Willy-nilly,” he repeated, sparing her a look that bordered on amusement. “Who says ‘willy-nilly’ these days?”

  She frowned. Phraseology was not the point here. “Sorry, I’ve been too busy going to medical school to update my vocabulary,” she replied. “The point is I don’t think you should move your grandmother. I can talk to my uncle to see if he can somehow subtly up the security detail in the hospital. He knows the head of security here, and Uncle Josef can make sure that there’s someone watching out for your grandmother at all times,” she said.

  She saw Cole’s hands tighten ever so slightly on the wheel. “I can watch out for my own grandmother.”

  She knew all about pride. She’d lived with it most of her life. Her mother reeked of it. But there was a time when pride had to take a backseat to logic.

  “Cole, you’re working a case. Solving that case will keep your grandmother safe. But meanwhile, you can’t work the case and be with your grandmother at the same time—unless you have some kind of secret ability you haven’t told me about.”

  He had lots of secrets he hadn’t told her about, Cole thought. She hadn’t a clue how dark his soul really was. But the ability to be two places at once was not among his secrets.

  When he made no comment about her argument, Nika pushed a little harder. “Cole, you have to let other people help if they can. Nobody’s an island.”

  He was, he thought. But at the same moment, he thought of how he would feel if something happened to his grandmother. He was vulnerable when it came to the old woman’s well-being. That didn’t make him much of an island.

  And then there was the matter of the woman in the passenger seat. Another possible breach in his walls. He’d almost made a grave mistake earlier. The call from the patrolman who’d been summoned to the hospital had wound up inadvertently saving him. He was going to have to get a tighter rein on himself. A tighter rein on emotions that threatened to break free.