Truth And Consequences

When he saw Whitney standing there, he looked shocked, but a cautious blankness wiped his surprise away. “Oh, Officer Godwin. What are you doing here?”

Whitney wanted to drop through the floor. She’d never cared for Dr. Pennington, but she tried to tolerate him since he’d once been married to Veronica Earnshaw. But she refused to succumb to the shame she’d felt after he’d insulted her when she’d become pregnant and had remained husbandless. At least he hadn’t spread the word when she’d come to him as a patient last year, since he couldn’t break confidentiality.

Straightening her spine, she held Shelby tight. “We’re almost done.”

“Her little girl is sick,” David said on a sharp note before Whitney could say more. “You can leave, Doc. I’ve got it.”

The cantankerous doctor glanced from David back to Whitney. “Stop ordering me around, Evans. You’ve only been here one day, and this is still my clinic.” He tried to take Shelby, but the baby started crying again. “What seems to be the problem?”

“A high fever,” David said. “I’ve checked her ears. She has some congestion in her chest, too.”

“She’s been cranky,” Whitney said, gently holding Shelby still while David listened to Shelby’s heart. “She was congested last night.”

The doctor scrubbed a hand down his face. “Could be allergies or she might be teething.”

Whitney watched in amazement as David ignored the doctor and went about examining Shelby. Most people cowered when Dr. Pennington entered a room. He was a known bully around here. She’d brought Shelby here only because she was so worried. She’d take Shelby to her regular doctor for a second opinion, just to be sure. Right now, she had to trust David and Dr. Pennington.

Together, they checked Shelby over, both silent and seeming determined to make the proper diagnosis. Whitney even sensed a begrudging respect for David in Dr. Pennington’s silvery eyes.

“She has an ear infection,” David finally announced.

“And she’s teething,” the doctor said, his tone grumpy but low-key. “We’ll prescribe antibiotics and something for the fever.”

“Will she be all right?” Whitney asked, more frightened of something happening to Shelby than she’d ever been of dealing with dangerous criminals.

David gave her an encouraging glance. “She’ll be better soon. This is normal at five months.” His expression changed to something she couldn’t quite figure out. He was probably wondering if she had a husband. Whitney hoped he wouldn’t ask.

* * *

After locking up, David walked Whitney to her police vehicle. While she put a drowsy little Shelby in the baby seat, he glanced in the back. “Where’s Hunter?”

Whitney hurried to find her keys. “I left him at my house, and I need to get back.” She couldn’t thank David enough, but she turned to tell him once again.

He spoke before she could show him her gratitude. “I’ll follow you home and make sure Shelby is okay. I mean, until your husband gets home. Or is he already there?”

“You don’t have to do that.” Whitney’s surprise turned to anger. “And I don’t have a husband. It’s just Shelby and me.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have told him that. She didn’t know him and his reasons for being here were a bit sketchy. He could be the one who’d tried to break into her house. Besides, he probably didn’t even have a car.

“I wasn’t trying to be nosy,” David said. “I wanted to check up on you today, but I got busy here. Any word on those two goons?”

“No, and I can’t discuss that with you right now. Sorry I didn’t call you with an update.”

She whirled and opened the driver’s-side door. “As for me, I told you, I can take care of myself. Thank you for checking over my baby, but I have to get her home.”

David didn’t make a move to let her leave. “Look, I need to talk to you about something important.”

Whitney’s instincts kicked in, making her wonder what this man was doing in Desert Valley and why he’d volunteered to work at the clinic. But in spite of her doubts, she believed David Evans was a good man. He had come to her rescue yesterday, and she appreciated that. She couldn’t be careless like that again. She had to think of Shelby.

“What is it?” she asked David, hoping she wouldn’t regret trusting this man. In spite of that fragile trust, she had to be firm with him. “I told you, I’m okay. I’ve been on my own for a long time. So you don’t need to—”