by Lisa Eugene
“You saved my life.” Detective Sullivan wheezed. Given his proximity to Dr. Tanno, the bullet would have surely breached his bullet proof vest. “Not bad for a bottom feeding two-bit lawyer.”
Wade sighed and returned his grin. “You’re welcome, you surly, egocentric, donut-eating pig.”
Wade watched as Detective Sullivan smiled broadly and braced his head against the wall, acting as though the insulting words were music to his ears. He warned, “Be careful or we might become friends.”
“Wouldn’t that be a shame,” Wade retorted dryly, watching as Nina worked on staunching the flow of blood from the detective’s shoulder.
Soon pounding footsteps heralded the arrival of the captain and the rest of his team. Wade directed several of them to the porter’s closet. He was glad when medical personnel arrived and took over Detective Sullivan’s care. In the melee, Nina searched him out with her eyes, and, as always, her potent gaze melted his heart. After a word with the captain, he was more than happy to take her away from the ensuing chaos of the hospital.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nina’s left hand shot up, “Whoa…that’s so not happening!” she stated adamantly as Sally approached her with the blindfold. It was bad enough that she’d allowed her friend to drag her to this unknown location, sneak her in through a back door like a criminal, and strip her down to her silk slip.
“You don’t want to upset Beth, now do you?” Sally questioned ominously, displaying her usual melodrama.
Nina’s eyes searched the large mirror that stood before her and not seeing Sally’s co-conspirator, swiveled to peer around the large dressing room. Wade sat comfortably in a large wing chair in the corner of the room. One leg was casually hooked on the other as he observed them, a smile tilting his lips. She shot him a pleading look, and he answered with an unsympathetic shrug. The feigned innocence on his face would have been comical if she hadn’t been so worried.
“You don’t want to upset Beth, now do you?” he echoed, causing Nina to grab a pillow and briskly toss it at him. He adeptly plucked the projectile from the air and shot her a dazzling smile, his blue eyes running over her body and instantly warming her.
She stuck her tongue out at him in surly petulance and watched his sexy eyes darken with promise.
“Can you two googly-eye when I’m not around, please!” Sally requested with a huff and resumed her approach.
“Just tell me what’s going on,” Nina pleaded with her, again halting her with an upturned hand.
“Please put that hand down, girlfriend. You’re blinding me with that rock! Jeeze!” Again the drama. Sally stared pointedly at the large diamond solitaire twinkling brilliantly on Nina’s finger.
Nina sighed. Rolling her eyes, she lowered her left hand in surrender. She still couldn’t get used to the idea of being engaged. The last few weeks had been filled with many highs and lows. The hospital administrators had been furious that she hadn’t come to them and revealed what she knew about the altered MRIs. They’d summarily discharged her pending a full investigation. She’d been devastated. The backlash of the scandal had grown to epic proportions, with almost every news channel condemning the hospital for its ignorance.
Then she’d been overjoyed when her position was abruptly reinstated. She realized why when the media started reporting that she’d been appointed by the hospital board to work covertly alongside Wade in exposing the doctors committing malpractice. The hospital was able to deflect some of the scandal and appeared to have been handling the situation from the very beginning.
Nina stayed out of the politics, she was just happy to be practicing medicine again. Her promotion had been delayed given all the turmoil at the hospital. The new board was to meet in a couple of months, and given her hero status that this new spin created she was sure she’d get the promotion.
Wade’s proposal of marriage had been another shock. He’d made love to her so gently and thoroughly one night that she’d wanted to weep, and in the morning over breakfast in bed he proposed, and she had indeed wept. In a rush of bubbling emotion she’d accepted, tears staining her cheeks as she’d listened to him promise to love her forever.
“Is that too tight?” Sally asked, interrupting her reverie.
Nina shook her head, exasperated by the continued secrecy. If Beth had a hand in this she knew she was in trouble. She’d have to rely on her friend and fiancé to curtail her mother’s flighty antics. She frowned behind her blindfold when she heard Sally whisper to Wade to leave and change.
Her string of inquires were ignored. Instead, Sally issued directions, turning her, zipping her, and fitting her into some sort of billowy outfit. Nina cringed as she imagined stepping into a giant yellow feathered bird costume. Sally laughed blithely when Nina expressed her concerns. Suddenly the fluttering hands stopped, and all Nina could hear was more muted rustling of clothes. She presumed Sally was getting changed also. Well, perhaps she wouldn’t be the only bird-brain present. What the devil were they up to?
Before she knew what was happening she was led blindly from the room. Her ears strained intently to catch the snatches of hushed conversations around her. The longer she played along, the more her nerves shriveled and dissolved with restless anxiety. She was about to turn and bolt when soft lips brushed reassuringly across her forehead. She breathed in Wade’s familiar woodsy scent, and her rattled senses instantly calmed. The surreptitious whispers crescendo to an eerie silence, and suddenly bright flashes of light assaulted her eyes as the blindfold was drawn away.
“Happy Birthday!”
Tears pricked Nina’s eyes as she looked around. The room was decorated like a giant medieval ballroom, and she felt like she was transported back in time. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, hulking wrought iron votives stood like sentries around the room, and flowers in full bloom sprouted all about her. Knights and ladies beamed with cheery birthday wishes. She gazed down at her resplendent silver gown and smiled, still dazed. She was dressed as Cinderella.
“Happy Birthday, princess.” Wade brushed a kiss across her cheek, and she looked up to gape approvingly at his costume. He was dressed as Prince Charming, dashing in a royal blue military styled jacket with large gold buttons and gold and black epaulets. His muscular legs were clad in snug white breeches topped with high dark boots. A gold sash and sword at his waist accented his appeal.
Sally, who was dressed adorably as Snow White, winked and grinned widely, twirling to display the flare of her gown.
“No yellow bird costume?” Nina quipped.
“Maybe next year. But don’t thank us too soon.”
Worried, Nina quirked an eyebrow at Wade.
“Remember how much I love you,” he added quickly.
Bemused, Nina’s looked from one to the other for clarification.
“Happy Birthday, dear! How’s my princess?” She heard her mother’s shrill voice before the crowd parted, ejecting Beth and launching her towards her daughter. Nina blinked, then blinked again when the image before her didn’t disappear. She prayed silently for Sally to slap the blindfold back on, but it was too late as her mom and dad, dressed colorfully as Disney’s Mickey and Minnie Mouse, embraced her exuberantly.
“You look ravishing, my dear! A true princess!”
“Just lovely.” Her father beamed.
Nina was still struggling to digest the scene in front of her. “Thanks, Mom…” she mumbled.
Beth petted her hair lovingly. “She always wanted a princess party!” she crooned to Wade. Facing Nina she said, “Remember dear, when you begged and begged me for one?”
Nina cleared her throat. “Ah…Mom…I was seven years old.”
“Well you finally get your dream.”
Nina’s eyes absorbed the two chatty mice, the large round ears, painted black noses, whiskers, and garish rouge. She briefly wondered where they’d acquired the matching red polka dot attire. She was still very baffled. “Ah…Mom. Mickey and Minnie?”
Beth stopped
talking and regarded her as though she was daft. “Mickey. Minnie. Princesses. It’s all Disney.”
Nina nodded slowly. She took a closer inspection of the room and noticed some of her mother’s bridge buddies and their husbands. Donald Duck and Goofy waved merrily in her direction. Tinkerbell and Pinnochio appeared to be fighting over the last hors d’oeuvre on a passing tray, and Peter Pan was practicing a flying leap off a table. A green wicked witch had just wrestled a full bottle of champagne from the waiter and was guzzling it greedily. Beth followed her gaze and sighed heavily, exasperation weighing her voice.
“That’s Olga,” she informed. “She’s become such a lush. Remember what happened the last time she got drunk, Robert?”
Her dad looked horrified at the memory; he visibly shuddered. “We’d better intervene. I’ll round up the seven dwarfs.”
Nina spun around to a chagrinned Sally and Wade as Mickey and Minnie rushed off. Astonished disbelief left her mind in muddled confusion. She didn’t know where to start.
Sally was the first to step forward, seizing the opportunity to flee. “Olga’s husband is one of my dwarfs,” she said in way of explanation. “I better keep an eye on them. They’re a little out of control. See!” As if she’d conjured him, one of her dwarfs scurried by, dressed in nothing but a cloth diaper with two giant pins. “Dopey!” Sally yelled as she ran after her charge.
Nina buried her face in her palms and groaned loudly. “There’re six more of them?”
“I think this is where Prince Charming rides away with Cinderella.” Wade whispered against her ear as he enveloped her in his strong arms.
“Please…” She looked beseeching into his eyes, about to crumble from mortification. Seeing the banked laughter in his blue eyes, she couldn’t resist its infectiousness and started to slowly share the humor of another absurd birthday party orchestrated by her eccentric parents.
Instead of whisking her away to their apartment as Nina had hoped, Wade instead stole her back into the empty adjacent dressing room.
“Beth will kill me if I take you away from your party. However I see nothing wrong with a small diversion.” Wade flashed a dizzying smile and turned to lock the door. He walked over to the wing chair and pulled Nina onto his lap. “After all, as Beth’s future son-in-law I need to stay in her good graces.”
“You’re just worried she’ll start planning your birthday parties.”
A dimple flashed in his cheek as he grimaced. “There is that.”
“Besides, what about my good graces?” Nina pouted, snaking her arms around his shoulders.
“I’ll have to think of some way of ingratiating myself to you, princess,” he murmured against the supple skin of her neck. His lips were already plotting a course across her bare shoulder, causing chills to whisper on her skin.
He pulled up the voluminous fabric of her gown and positioned her so she straddled his hips with her thighs. She sighed and snuggled intimately against him, enjoying the heat of his big body.
She moaned and threw her head back as he drew the neckline of her gown down, baring a breast and bathing her sensitive nipple with his tongue. She circled her hips against him.
“Is that your sword prince?”
He raised his head and grinned at her, his blue eyes heated with lust. “Not the one you’re thinking of.” He captured her lips in a deep drugging kiss, his tongue stealing into her mouth for a thorough plundering. His fingers reached under her gown to cup her buttocks and grind her against the hard ridge of his erection.
Her fingers combed through his thick dark hair and roamed his broad shoulders as her senses exploded.
“Definitely earning my good graces,” she intoned breathily as he reached for the hooks at the back of her dress.
A loud crash from somewhere outside halted his warm fingers against her skin. Instantaneously their heads shot up, and they sat unmoving, unblinking, hoping the outside world would simply disappear. But a distant shout, followed by a loud banging on the door, had her scooting off Wade’s lap with disappointment and alarm. She started towards the door just as he circled her wrist and drew her back against his hard chest.
“I’m sorry…” She sighed, apologetic.
His thumb caressed her cheek, and he ducked down to deliver a deep searing kiss. His tongue traced the seam of her lips and he smiled lovingly.
“Don’t be. We have a lifetime, my princess.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Lisa Eugene lives on Long Island, NY with her husband and three rambunctious kids. In between juggling a full time job and being soccer mom, she enjoys a good romance novel. You can contact her at [email protected]