by Leigh, Jo
Of course she hadn’t brought another blouse with her. Or jeans and comfy flats, which would have been appropriate. Luckily, there was a thrift store a few blocks away where she was bound to find another top to wear. A quick glance at her watch told her she had ten minutes to go on her break, but wearing her five-inch heels, she’d never get there and back fast enough.
Instead of worrying when there was nothing to do but wait until lunch, she stopped by the lounge. There were a few doughnuts left, so she fixed a coffee for Valeria as well as for herself and picked up two honey glazed to go.
Valeria’s reaction to the impromptu gift was so appreciative it made Lisa squirm. Her motives hadn’t been pure, that was for sure. The woman was a font of knowledge when it came to the staff. Maybe Lisa could ask her out to lunch tomorrow.
Very aware of the time, Lisa leaned against the credenza, swallowed a big bite of doughnut and said, “I can’t believe I dressed so inappropriately. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“You were thinking about Dr. Cassidy,” Valeria said. “Can’t say I blame you. But don’t get your hopes up. You aren’t the first girl to try to get something started with him.”
Lisa considered pretending to be outraged, but what for? Even if she hadn’t come to work wearing silk, Valeria was too sharp to have missed what was going on. “He is puzzling, though. While we were in the lounge yesterday, he got a phone call and he couldn’t escape the room quickly enough. I figured it was a medical emergency, but he was wearing a pager, so maybe an ex-wife?”
Valeria shook her head. “Nope, he’s never been married,” she said as she pushed her chair back far enough to put her heavy black boots up. “I might be wrong. You’re different. Dr. Cassidy isn’t usually so chatty. He certainly hasn’t offered to get me coffee before. Or given a volunteer a tour of the lounge.”
“He was just being nice.”
“Oh, he’s very nice. And very focused on his job. But he doesn’t socialize with the staff.” She lowered her voice. “I’m not saying he’s a snob, though a doctor like him, you’d half expect him to be.”
“You mean because he’s a neurologist?”
“Because he’s a genius.” Valeria looked up at the big round clock above the door and then turned back to face Lisa. “Harvard and Johns Hopkins didn’t take him because his family’s loaded or even because of his last name. People who know what’s what say he’s something special. Yet here he is, working late every single night.” Valeria shook her head. “As much as we appreciate his help, he shouldn’t be here treating STDs and broken bones. It’s such a waste. There’s got to be a story behind it, but Eve isn’t talking, and she’s the only one who really knows him.”
Lisa took another bite of her doughnut. She’d wondered why everyone called him Dr. Cassidy while they referred to the other doctors as Dr. George and Dr. Carol. The staff obviously regarded Daniel as a cut above. “You said something about his family name. Is he related to Dr. Randall Cassidy, who started the Madison Avenue Neurological Center?”
“Yep. That was his father. He passed several months ago. Daniel’s brother, Warren, runs the Center now.”
“I’m surprised that— Wow, too many Dr. Cassidys to keep straight.” Lisa laughed. “Dr. Daniel doesn’t work there?”
“Nope. He came here right after finishing his fancy fellowship. He’s been working here almost three months now.”
“But he’ll probably end up there, right?”
Valeria shrugged. “Probably. But I’ve been told to keep him on the schedule.”
Lisa wondered if there was bad blood between the brothers. Valeria clearly knew more than she’d let on, but the other woman had confirmed a lot. According to Lisa’s research, Warren was a celebrated neurosurgeon in his own right, and their father’s patients had included Supreme Court justices, senators and leaders of at least three other countries. Lots of big egos to fit in one place. Wouldn’t be the first time a family ended up divided by power and wealth.
“You know what?” Valeria put her boots on the floor and Lisa realized her break had ended two minutes ago.
“I say go for it. I think you might be just what Dr. Cassidy needs. Worst thing that could happen is he says no.”
Lisa sighed as she pushed off the cabinet she’d been leaning on. “I’m sorry if I’ve given you the wrong impression.” A short consensual fling was one thing, but everyone knowing about it? No, thanks. “Really, I’m not—” She cut herself off when Valeria checked the doorway, a clear sign that Lisa should go back to work. But just as she got to the door, Valeria stopped her.
“I got the right impression. I don’t know much about his personal life other than what I’ve told you. But be careful. Eve makes sure no one gets too inquisitive about Dr. Cassidy and I have no idea why.”
“That’s the second time you’ve mentioned her.” She’d also heard the name from Mrs. Washington.
“You’ll meet her this afternoon. She’s been volunteering here for a few years, and she’s the one who convinced him to sign up. I don’t think she meant him to stay this long, though.”
“Huh. Well, he’s very nice. And good-looking, but I’m here to work, not flirt.”
“I don’t know, chica. You seem like a multitasker to me.”
Lisa laughed. “You’re the one I have to watch out for, you troublemaker.” She backed out the door and bumped into a woman in the hallway. “Sorry,” she said, taking a half step back as she noticed that the woman’s name badge read Eve. “Are you all right?”
Eve gave her a quick head-to-toe assessment and then smiled. “Fine, thanks,” she said as she stepped around Lisa and continued on her way.
So that was Daniel’s watcher. She was tall, attractive, with dark hair that just hit her shoulders. She was younger than Lisa had imagined. Maybe late thirties. But the air of confidence about her made Lisa curious about her relationship with Daniel.
Whoever she was, Lisa had the feeling Eve would be a formidable foe. Not that a one-night stand was something noteworthy, or wrong, unless Eve was more than just a friend. The last thing Lisa wanted was to get mixed up in a territorial battle. Although Daniel was on a dating-club trading card.
If Lisa had any sense of self-preservation, she’d forget the whole thing. Forget the spark he’d ignited inside her. Feeling numb wasn’t that bad. She’d done okay living on autopilot for the past year. Tomorrow, she’d be done with her commitment to the clinic. By the end of the week she wouldn’t even remember the color of Dr. Cassidy’s eyes.
3
THE ALARM ON Daniel’s cell beeped, reminding him that he had to leave in the next five minutes. Eve had asked him to go with her to El Bohio Lechonera, her favorite local lunch spot, and she didn’t ask often. He would have loved to avoid it, not because of her company but because of what she wanted to talk about.
He finished up the notes on his last patient—around here, he didn’t dare put his paperwork off. Nothing beat a free clinic for sheer volume except for an urban ER.
As he slipped off his lab coat, he thought again about Lisa. He honestly hadn’t expected to see her, and he sure as hell hadn’t expected to have such a strong physical reaction. Good thing his novelty tie provided a distraction from points south.
It had been a long time since he’d felt this kind of take-no-prisoners want. Plenty of women turned him on, but none of them had kept him awake half the night. Not since high school, at least. Though Lisa hadn’t seemed bothered by his abrupt exit from the lounge, he probably ought to give her some sort of explanation. Then ask her out.
Hell, it couldn’t hurt to try. He’d wait until she finished her volunteer stint. Simple. It didn’t have to mean anything or go anywhere. A night or two would do the trick. Then things could go back to normal.
The distinctive click of heels in the hallway signaled Eve’s arrival. She
was still on the clock at the Center and most days only came to the clinic the evenings they took appointments. He glanced toward the open doorway and there she was, giving him a very familiar look. The one that said she’d had it up to here.
Too bad. He was fed up, as well. Being his second cousin, Eve had known him since they were kids. She’d been there for him after his mother had run off to France with her art teacher. And he understood Eve had his best interest at heart, but it didn’t give her the right to treat him like a disobedient child. Especially given she was only five years older than him. “Would it change anything if I asked you nicely not to bring up my brother or the Center today?”
Eve continued staring at him with nary a blink. “What do you think?”
“Fine.” He left the shared office as he’d found it and joined her in the hall. “I’m thinking of letting you pay for lunch.”
“Well, don’t bother. You keep that brilliant brain of yours busy with the really important stuff. Like explaining for the hundredth time why antibiotics won’t help a cold.”
He winced, thinking today might be the day they had their little talk. The one where she stopped being so sarcastic about his staying on at the clinic.
“I’ve got a taxi waiting.”
He tapped on the reception desk as they passed, just a quick reminder that he’d be out of the office for an hour. Then he saw Lisa. Her back was to him, but it was enough. Why was he waiting to ask her out? She wasn’t his employee. They barely worked together. There was nothing in the Hippocratic oath that said a doctor couldn’t date a volunteer. Before he even finished the thought, he and Eve had left the clinic for the warm June afternoon and the waiting Yellow cab.
“New volunteer?” Eve asked as soon as they were on their way.
“Yep. Came on board yesterday and Valeria put her to work filing right away. Today they’ve got her doing intake screenings.”
“Wow, she must be a very good screener for you to know her schedule so well. You didn’t say a word to the last recruit I brought in, and she was there an entire week.”
“Relax. She’s only going to be there one more day.”
“I am relaxed. Hey, you’re a grown man. You can do whatever you like with whomever you choose.”
He didn’t hide his frustration when he met her gaze. “Why change now? The last time I had a woman in my life, all you talked about was how it was never going to last.”
“I was right.”
He grunted, unwilling to continue this game. “You’re my cousin, and I love you, but come on, Eve. Knock it off.”
“Fine. I won’t talk about the fact that she must have a powerful reason to volunteer in the Bronx. Altruism is one thing, but a woman like her? Two months after that article in the Times that had your picture on it?”
He shook his head, refusing to be baited. Eve meant well, but sometimes he wasn’t sure if she was looking out for him or was jealous. He really hoped it wasn’t the latter. “I can’t decide between the Pernil con Mofongo and the number one combo.”
“Get the combo. That way you’ll have enough left over for dinner.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
Eve gave him an eye roll. “Cut it out. I’m in no mood.”
“I can see lunch is going to be fun.”
“Yes, we’re going to talk about you. And Warren. And all the things you wish I wouldn’t bring up.”
“Yay,” he said. “I can’t wait.”
The taxi pulled over and Daniel paid the driver as Eve went in to try to grab a table. Through some miracle of timing, they had to wait only five minutes for one.
The restaurant smelled like its signature Puerto Rican roast pork, and the casual atmosphere lent itself to loud discussions and laughter. Their orders were taken pronto, and Eve wasted no time getting to the point.
“Warren can’t do anything with the house until you remove your things. And that has nothing to do with you starting at the Center. So just bite the bullet and call him.”
Daniel held back a sigh. Though he doubted he’d have any luck, he decided to go for one more attempt at forestalling a conversation he wasn’t ready for. “You look tired. Out clubbing with the girls again?”
“Thanks a lot, you dick. Two martinis. That’s all I had. And yes, I was out with the girls because I haven’t done anything remotely fun in over a month. Anyway, I know you’re just trying to change the subject, and no, I’m not going there. Warren wants answers, Danny. Is that so hard to understand? You aren’t the only one who lost a father.”
“Whoa,” he said, taken aback. “Going right for the jugular today, huh?”
“This is me, giving you a smack. As much as I love what you’re doing for the clinic, you have other obligations. Unless you plan on spending the rest of your life being an unpaid GP in the Bronx.”
“Of course I don’t. That’s not... I’m...damn it, I’m just not ready to leave yet.”
She winced. “You made a promise. To take your place at the Center.”
“I promised Dad.”
“Warren is still your family, and the Center is still your father’s legacy.”
Daniel flinched and hoped Eve hadn’t seen.
“Unless he told you all bets were off when he died?”
He really had to bite down on that one. Their meals arrived, but the churning in his gut made food the last thing he wanted. “Did Dad mention to you any plans for expansion?” he asked, careful to keep his tone casual.
She looked puzzled. “Well, he knew we’d have to hire additional help once you came on board. More support staff, for one thing, and we talked about finding another neurologist. He said once the three Cassidys were there, the waiting list would double. Is that what you mean?”
“Yeah.” Just what he’d thought. Eve really didn’t know anything about his dad’s grandiose plans. She thought Daniel was being stubborn and childish. He wished he could explain to her why he needed more time, but he couldn’t. Not until he could figure out what to say to Warren.
It didn’t help that he had no idea what his brother was feeling. They were only four years apart, but had completely different temperaments. Warren was more like their dad and the two of them had been really close. Their father had bragged about Daniel, but talked to Warren.
So why hadn’t he wanted Warren to know about his very ambitious plans for a whole new approach to their practice? His death had come so suddenly, and so soon after he’d told Daniel about his ideas that Daniel figured he’d died of a stroke. That he’d probably also suffered some mini strokes, and that was why their last and final conversation had been so unsettling. But it was his heart that had given out, and the autopsy had shown no abnormalities in his brain.
The promise he’d made his father wasn’t only that he’d work at the Madison Avenue Neurological Center. Discovering his father’s true colors had shaken him to the core. He didn’t want to walk into his new life until he completely understood what he wanted his life to be. What the hell was he supposed to tell Warren? Nothing? Should he just pretend the conversation with his father had never happened?
Maybe. But Daniel sure as hell wouldn’t forget it. He looked at Eve again. “Dad encouraged me to take some time off after I finished my fellowship.”
Eve’s mouth opened but it took a few seconds for her to ask, “When?”
“A few days before he died. I’d just finished at Mount Sinai.”
“During that private dinner meeting he had with you?”
“Yes.” Daniel knew she expected him to elaborate. Wouldn’t happen. Eve had been the office manager for sixteen years. She’d started right after graduating from Cornell and no one could have run the busy practice more smoothly. He shouldn’t be surprised she’d found out about the dinner. She just didn’t know what had been discussed, and it was clear she was hurt by his s
ilence.
“He never mentioned the time off to me,” she said, then took a quick sip. “However, I really doubt he meant for you to take three months.”
“I’m not ready yet, all right? And for what it’s worth, he told me to take whatever time I needed. I wish things were different. But please know I’m not being frivolous. There’s a lot at stake here.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t understand your hesitation. All you ever wanted was to become a neurologist. To be like him. You don’t need to be dealing with stuffy noses and syphilis. You’ve got a gift, Daniel, and you’re wasting your talent.”
He exhaled as he shook his head and picked up his fork, although he doubted he’d use it. “You know she’s having an affair, right?”
Eve blinked at his non sequitur. “Warren’s wife? Yes. And so does he. What difference does that make to your commitment?”
“None. None whatsoever.” He took a big enough bite to put an end to the discussion. He knew exactly what he was supposed to do. Help Warren with their father’s house, with the trust and the business that was now technically half his. But nothing about that plan was simple anymore.
A minute of silence went by before he pointed his fork at Eve. “Warren stayed home from work for a week after Dad’s death. One week. Then it was back to business as usual. He knows I need some time to think things through, but all he cares about is the Center. He could quit tomorrow and have more than enough money to live out his life in luxury. Maybe with his wife, if he even gives a damn about her anymore. But at this rate, with the hours he’s keeping, he won’t make it past sixty-four, either.”
“People mourn in different ways,” Eve said, her voice gone soft and sad.
“Exactly. The doctors on staff right now can handle the current patients. I don’t care how important they are. The only reason Warren wants me there is because he doesn’t think it looks good that I’m working at a free clinic.”
“You’re not being fair. You know Dr. Elliot planned to retire as soon as you came on board. In view of your dad’s passing, he’s stayed to help out.”