The Lone Wolf's Craving

“I could ask for my daughter to give me a chance.”

“I’m sure she’ll come round. She asked how you were doing. I couldn’t tell her anything because of patient confidentiality.” He paused. “Maybe I could talk to her. Tell her you’re a regular hero.”

Whoa, why the hell had he offered to do that? Being around Kate was not good for his equilibrium, especially now.

“I’m not a hero. Especially not in her eyes.”

“She just doesn’t know you yet. Maybe you should tell her what you did in the service. For men like me.” Luke hated remembering his injury, how he’d had to fight his way back from the depths of despair when he’d realized his leg would never be right again. He knew he should be grateful it was still there. But on the days when it ached like nobody’s business, he wished he’d just had it lopped off and been done with it.

“I was doing my job.” His friend studied him for a moment. “If she asked you how I was doing, she must care. At least a little.”

“Of course she does.”

“What did you tell her?”

“That you had to sign off on her being your daughter first, giving the hospital permission before I could share any information.”

“That could work...”

He frowned. “I’m not sure I follow.”

“If I sign the papers, maybe you could be the one to talk to her for me, like you said. And the medical discussion could turn personal. You could feel her out.”

Well, he’d already done that. It wasn’t something he should do again if he wanted to maintain his sanity. And definitely not something he wanted to admit to Nick. The man who’d saved his leg could very well rip it back off with his bare hands if he found out what he’d done to his newfound daughter.

“You know,” Luke said slowly, “I think it might be better coming from you.”

“Didn’t you just offer to talk to her for me a few minutes ago?”

Yes, and he’d already decided that was not a good idea. “I’m thinking a father-daughter discussion might be more direct. Just tell her that you shipped out right after you were with her mother and over your years of service you saved a lot of men’s lives.”

“It would be stronger coming from a friend.” Nick cocked his head. “One of those very people I saved.”

Wow. He’d never expected Nick to play the you-owe-me card. And, in all honesty, he probably wouldn’t have now if he hadn’t offered to talk to Kate, like a damned fool. His fingers went to his leg, a familiar ache reminding him of what could have been had Nick not been there.

“Not fair.”

“I know.” His friend’s voice was low. “But I’m feeling desperate. She’s due to leave for the States in a week or two, and I want to make sure things are okay between us before she goes.”

“What do you expect me to do? Drop my pants and show her firsthand what a great job you did on my leg?”

He hadn’t even done that in the supply closet. He’d simply unzipped and...

Oh, hell. This was not a good idea.

“No pants-dropping allowed. I may have just found out she’s my daughter, but that doesn’t mean I want you coming on to her. I’ve heard about your reputation from a couple of the nurses.” His voice sharpened a bit. “You’re still a hotshot, just like you were ten years ago.”

Nick might be surprised. He wasn’t guilty of half the stuff floating around the hospital grapevine. And his physical hotshot days were long gone. He might still have the use of his leg, but he’d never be a marathon runner. Or climb the Alps. Or even carry a woman across the threshold. He’d surprised himself by actually getting Kate up onto that sink—although he could lift things just fine, it was walking and lifting together that did him in.

Luckily, he wouldn’t have to fess up to what had happened between him and Kate, because that was obviously not something Nick would be thrilled to hear. And Kate didn’t want Nick knowing either, judging by her quiet plea in the hallway. “So you don’t want me to charm her.”

“I want you to talk to her.” Nick’s voice softened. “Tell her I’m not a bad-boy-love-’em-and-leave-’em type. Just an honest working man who made a mistake. One he regrets.”

“So you want someone who you think is a Lothario to tell your daughter you’re nothing like that.”

Nick grinned. “Exactly.”

Just then an attractive redhead dressed in scrubs came into the center and dropped a kiss on his friend’s cheek. “I thought I’d check up on you. How are you feeling?”

“Better.” He nodded at Luke. “Tiggy, you remember Dr. Blackman...Luke.”

“Of course. He’s the one who called and told me you were in the hospital.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Hello again. I don’t know if I’ve ever thanked you properly for what you did. I’m very grateful.”

“I’m glad Nick still had you listed as his next of kin.”

“So am I.” She laid her hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Nick’s told me a little about how you met.”

Luke tensed, but forced himself to return her smile. “Nothing bad, I hope.”

“No, just that you came across each other while in the service. I didn’t even know that we did joint missions with the Americans.” She took her husband’s hand in hers.

So that’s what Nick had told her.

No hint that she knew about Nick yanking him from the jaws of death. Or that he’d refused to saw his leg off on the spot, like one of the other medics had wanted to do.

Luke relaxed. He may have told his friend to come clean with Kate about what he’d done in the field, but Luke himself told very few people about that day. Some of his buddies from his service days knew, but only because they’d been there when it had happened. Luke preferred it that way. Anyone who saw his scars and was brave enough to ask about them got a very watered-down version of what had actually gone down.

Hell. Nick was right. He owed the man a debt he could never repay.

Backing out of talking to Kate seemed pretty selfish in the face of it all. He made a quick decision. “About that favor you asked for. I can’t promise anything, but I’ll give it a shot. I’ll need you to sign the paperwork, so I have an excuse to approach her.”

His friend’s eyes closed for a second and he took a deep breath before looking back at him. “Thank you. I owe you.”

No. He didn’t. And that was exactly the point.

* * *

Kate frowned as she took the envelope from the man at the front desk. It couldn’t be from her father back in Memphis, he’d have simply emailed her if he couldn’t reach her. And she didn’t know anyone in London except Nick.

Oh, and one very enigmatic doctor.

And she didn’t even know him. Just that he made her pulse explode...along with other things. Things she was trying very hard to forget.

Walking toward the twin elevators, she slid a thumb beneath the seal of the envelope and popped open the tab. A single sheet of paper was inside.

Could you call me when you get in? I’m at

20-5555-6731