The Doctor Delivers

She nodded. Then she added, “An apartment.”

“Is that where Mrs. Tremble is?”

Nick felt her tense again. That name had set off her tension the last time.

“California,” she whispered.

“Well, if you’ll give us a number where you can be reached when you go back to New York City, we’ll keep you updated on anything we find out,” Ramsey said. Then he stood. “We’ll go and let you rest.” He started to walk to the door. Then he stopped and looked at Nick. “You going to stay with her? I don’t think that man will come back, but—”

Nick interrupted him as he felt Liza grow even more tense. “I’ll be with her.”

“Thanks, Doc. Call us if anything comes up.”

“I will,” he assured him as he stood to escort them to the door. When he closed the door behind them, he turned to look at his patient.

He had a question or two for her. But the exhaustion on her face stopped him. Satisfying his curiosity wasn’t as important as her health.

“Time for you to rest, young lady.”

Her eyes popped open and she shot him a worried look.

“Don’t worry. I’ll stay here and keep an eye on you. There’s a golf tournament on that I want to see and you just happen to have a big screen TV”

“I— Thank you. I shouldn’t be tired,” she whispered, “but I am.”

“Need me to carry you to bed?” he asked, ignoring her protest.

“No!” she said with a gasp. She pushed herself up from the chair, then wavered.

Nick reached out to steady her. “Okay, just take my arm and we’ll stroll to the bed.”

She put her hand on his bent arm. He loved the warmth of her near him, her depending on him. You’re being foolish, he warned himself. The moment she gets well, she’ll be focused on her career again and have no need for you.

But she needed him now.

Liza fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow, comforted by the last words she heard the doctor say. He’d keep watch until she woke up.

Five hours later, she stirred, not sure what had awakened her. The late afternoon sun was pouring into the room from the opened draperies. Was that what had bothered her? Or had there been a noise?

Immediately, fear filled her. Was the doctor there? Had that man returned? Or maybe the phone had rung. Maybe Emily had called and she’d missed it.

She sat up in the bed, still tired, but a little more awake.

“Dr. Hathaway?” she called, and waited anxiously for him to open the bedroom door. Relief poured through her when he did. She checked her watch. It was just after four o’clock. She was going to owe him a whopping bill for round-the-clock care.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, smiling at her.

Such a handsome man. It would be easy to have him around, she decided, to look at if nothing else. “Fine. Has anyone called?”

“Nope. Oh, I take that back. Your mother called, but she didn’t want to talk to me.” He grinned like a little boy who’d done a magic trick. “She hung up.”

She couldn’t help smiling back. Making her mother disappear would be a magic trick indeed. Cynthia normally traveled with Liza, but she’d been negotiating an appearance on a talk show in Chicago and had left her here in Saratoga Springs.

“Anyone else?”

“Nope. I didn’t awaken you for lunch. Are you hungry?” he asked, watching her.

She laughed, her voice a little shaky, still with a huskiness that wasn’t normal. “I think all you try to do is fill me up with food.”

“Well, so far I haven’t done such a good job. You missed lunch. Why don’t you slip on your slacks and we’ll go to the restaurant downstairs.”

“No! I mean, I need to be here in case I get any calls,” she whispered, avoiding his eyes.

He left the door and walked over to her bed, sitting down on the edge as he’d done in the hospital.

“Before we make any decisions about dinner, I think you’d better answer a question for me.”

She supposed she owed him that at least, since he’d done so much for her. With a hesitant nod, she watched him.

“Who is Mrs. Tremble?”

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He could feel the tension rise even without touching her. He wanted to assure her to forget his question, that it was important for her to relax. But he also wanted to be sure he wasn’t helping her break any laws. So he waited.

“You promised you wouldn’t tell,” she reminded him.

“I won’t help you break the law, Liza.”

She shook her head. “I’m not—I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then answer my question.”

She hesitated again. Finally, she said, “I think it’s Emily.”

“Your cousin? The one you believe was kidnapped? Why didn’t you tell the police?” He frowned at her.

“I…it’s complicated.”

“How?”

“I’m not sure it’s her, and if it is, I don’t know what her situation is now.”

“How could her situation be worsened by the police knowing?” he asked. “Surely you don’t suspect the police would harm her?”

“No,” she whispered, “but they might make her go back home.”

Her answer gave him pause and raised a lot more questions. “So you think someone in the family caused the problem?”