Rafael's One Night Bombshell

Hadn’t he just celebrated that anniversary?

Celebrated wasn’t the word he was looking for, but when one went out drinking and picking up women to help blot the pain of loss, it was the only term he could think of.

Only he’d never had to face any of those women again.

Until now.

And he could honestly say the experience was not one he cared to repeat. The hair tie in his pocket seemed to mock all his efforts. So much for forgetting.

“Any nearby hospitals reporting anything?”

Cassie glanced at Bonnie and Ms. Porter. “I have a colleague who works at Buena Vista who had a baby born with a cleft palate a week ago. No microcephaly in that case, though.”

Alejandro spent most of his time over there, maybe he should give him a call. Although since his brother had found true love a few weeks ago and had adopted a special needs baby, he might be a little preoccupied with other things. No, Alejandro was nothing if not good at his job. But his specialty was pediatric transplants, not neonatal care, so it was a totally different field from what they were looking at here.

He tried not to think about the exact reasons his brother went into that field, because it brought up his own yearly vigil all over again.

It was his job to check every angle, though. “One of my brothers practices at Buena Vista, I’ll give him a call. What’s the name of your colleague?”

“Rebecca Stanton.”

Her eyes had lost the defensive gleam they’d held moments earlier. The ring wasn’t on her finger, so she and whoever she’d broken up with hadn’t gotten back together.

No involvement. Remember?

The hospital administrator gave him a few phone numbers and names of people he could contact over at Buena Vista. “Is there anything else?” she asked.

“Not that I can think of at the moment. Are any of the patients still at the hospital?”

Cassie nodded. “Renato Silva. He developed some breathing issues, which we need to stabilize before releasing him.”

“I’d like to examine him, if I could.”

Ms. Porter went to the door. “I’ll leave Dr. Larrobee to help you with that, then. Let me know if you have any further questions.”

He shook hands with her and the infamous Bonnie, and waited until they left the room before saying anything else. “Bonnie, huh?”

“I know. I’m sorry for giving you a fake name. I just never dreamed...”

“You never dreamed you’d see me again.”

“Actually, I didn’t, or I wouldn’t have...”

She wouldn’t have what? Sat next to him at the bar? Spent the night with him?

“Isn’t there a certain book that warns your sins shall find you out?”

A smile teased the corners of her mouth as color washed back into her face. “I think falsifying names were the least of our sins in that case.”

Yes, they were. Thoughts that caused certain synapses in his brain to begin firing.

“I see you found another hair band.”

Cassie’s fingers went to the bun at the back of her head. “I did. You wouldn’t happen to know where my other one went, would you?”

Any twinge of conscience he’d had over taking it vanished at the way her voice lowered, the sultry edge he’d heard the night at the bar coming back.

“Not a clue.”

Ha! If she knew the thing was about to burn a hole in his pocket, she’d probably kill him and leave his body in one of the supply closets.

It was one night, Rafe. Hardly worth mentioning.

Besides, he wasn’t here to talk about hair ties or what they’d done. He was here to see if Zika was growing to epidemic proportions on their shoreline. “You haven’t been to any of the countries involved, have you?”

She frowned as if confused by the question. “No. But it can be passed sexually, from what we’re hearing.”

“Yes. It can.” Thank heavens they’d used condoms over the course of the night. “Your ex?”

She gave a short sound that could have been described as pained. “He barely steps out of his office, much less travels out of the country.”

But they both knew that there were many diseases that could be spread down the line if there were multiple partners involved. And from what he’d sensed in Cassie at Mad Ron’s a month ago, the man had done some straying.

Maybe she sensed what he was thinking because her chin tilted. “Do you want to go see Renato? Or not?”

There was a definite chill to her voice that hadn’t been there a few moments earlier. He guessed she didn’t take kindly to him mentioning the man she’d once been with.

“Yes.” As she started to walk past him he touched her arm. “Sorry for leaving you alone in the hotel. Did you make it home okay?”

Her brows came together and she motioned to the conference room. “Yes. I’m not quite destitute, as you can see. I didn’t need your...contribution. I found it insulting, actually. I left it for the maid.”

Contribution? Oh, the money.

“I didn’t know what arrangements you’d made, and I was already late for work. I was afraid I might leave you stranded.”

“I’m a big girl. I make it a point never to get myself into a situation that I can’t get out of.”

Rafe himself lived by that same motto, actually. He never let himself get embroiled in something that might require any emotional input. Or painful goodbyes. Even the job he’d chosen reflected that. Although he was an MD, he’d chosen epidemiology as his specialty. He was one step removed from being in contact with patients on a daily basis. A buffer zone that physicians didn’t have. His role was more detached. And that’s the way he’d chosen to live his life.

Deciding whether or not to give a hair tie back to its owner was as personal as he wanted to get. And even that was giving him some trouble.

But it was on a whole different level from deciding whether or not to disconnect life support. He’d vowed never to be put in that position again. So as long as the only people he allowed into his life were his brothers, he was good to go. Besides, he should be celebrating. Santi, the brother who had up and disappeared for a long period of time, had just come back into their lives.

He switched his thoughts back to Cassie and her statement about not getting into situations she couldn’t get out of.

“And yet you came to Mad Ron’s because of one, didn’t you?”

She gave a visible swallow, not answering immediately. And then she said, “Shall we go see Renato?”