Terri Reed - The Doctor's Defender

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DO NO HARM As a trauma surgeon, Dr. Brenda Storm saves lives every day. But someone wants her dead. It starts with the anonymous delivery of poisoned cupcakes. Now the hospital has hired a bodyguard to protect her 24/7. At first, Brenda doesn’t think too-handsome Kyle Martin is right for the job.Then she discovers his harrowing background—and that Kyle will do anything to keep her safe. With every attempt on her life, she’s more drawn to the strong and silent man who risks his life for hers. But their growing feelings could put them both in harm’s way.Protection Specialists: Guarding the innocent

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He had no doubt that, being a surgeon, she saw the aftermath of dangerous careers and hobbies alike, which gave her a different perspective. She could never understand the inherent need to live life on the edge, to push as close to danger as possible, to risk life and limb to feel alive, to feel...something.

“Ah, you’re a thrill seeker, then.” There was just the barest hint of censure in her tone.

He grinned, undaunted by the disapproval. It wasn’t the first time a woman said that to him. It wouldn’t be the last. “Always looking for the next gnarly wave to come rolling in.”

“Gnarly, huh? You’re a surfer?”

“That obvious?”

A slight smile played at the corners of her mouth. He had the sudden longing to see a full-blown smile, to hear her laugh, to see her relax. So not what he should be concentrating on. Her physical well-being was his priority. Not her mental health.

“Yes, it is,” she admitted. “But I can’t imagine there’s much surfing in Boston. You must not have grown up there.”

“No, I didn’t. Southern Cal. On some of the best beaches in the world.”

A momentary bout of nostalgia hit. He missed the California sunshine and the smell of the Pacific Ocean. The Atlantic smelled different. Brinier. “There’s always windsurfing in Massachusetts. You can be at a great surf spot within two hours from downtown Boston.”

He remembered the last time he’d been out on the Atlantic Ocean planing across the tips of the waves, catching enough speed to loop. “Not quite the same rush as traditional surfing...but still fun.”

“How did you end up in Boston?”

She was full of questions, and that wasn’t a tale he cared to share. Revealing his painful past wasn’t part of his job description. He kept his life under wraps. Better that way. He’d hate to see the look of pity or judgment or both in pretty Brenda’s eyes if she knew how he’d ended up where he was. “Life. Funny how it works out sometimes.”

“Did you move there because of a wife or girlfriend?”

He arched an eyebrow. She was fishing to see if he was attached. Interesting. “No wife, no girlfriend.”

“Why not?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” he shot back.

She hesitated. “I’ve been focused on my career.”

“Ah. But someday you hope to get married?” He wondered what kind of man would snag the doctor’s heart.

“Don’t you?” she countered without answering his question.

“No,” he stated with certainty.

She studied him. “Why not?”

He thought about that for a moment. He wasn’t sure where his reluctance to relationships stemmed from. Maybe it was his parents’ rocky marriage before his mother’s death. Or maybe the way his high-school girlfriend, Anne Tucker, had stomped all over his heart when she’d gone to the prom with his best friend because Kyle hadn’t the money to pay for their ticket. She’d ended up pregnant that night. Kyle knew he’d dodged a bullet, or rather a situation that he wouldn’t have been able to handle. A kid at seventeen? No way.

Better not to get too involved with any woman and avoid such a sticky and permanent situation.

Realizing the doc was waiting for an answer, he went with the easy one. The one he knew would keep her at arm’s length. “I like playing the field. Keeping my options open.”

She stiffened. The corners of her mouth tightened. “What training do you have? How do I know my life is safe in your hands?”

Appeasing her curiosity and reassuring her he could protect her were two different things. He held his right hand up, his index and middle fingers in a V shape. “Cub Scout promise. I had my Bobcat pin within the first three months. Had it turned right side up by the next day.”

Irritation crossed her face. “I have no idea what that means.”

“You wouldn’t. You’re a girl. Only boys can be Cub Scouts.”

She rolled her eyes. “Do you ever give a straight answer?”

“Not if I can help it.” He understood she wanted to know what made him tick, what made him qualified to protect her, what made him who he was. That was only natural. But he needed her to trust him without knowing the answers. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you. Trust me.” He made the Cub Scout sign again. “I promise.”

Her mouth twisted in a wry grimace. “What choice do I have?”

He grinned again. “Now that’s the spirit.” He sobered as he approached the next subject, prepared to do battle. “We need to figure out a more secure location for you.”

Dark eyebrows shot up almost to her hairline. “Excuse me?”

He knew that wouldn’t go over well. He gestured toward the covered window. “Too many places a sniper could take a shot from. The outside hallway’s too tight. A perfect place for an ambush. If we needed to escape, all anyone would have to do is pick us off as we came out the door.”

A visible tremor worked over her. “I don’t know where we could go.”

“The dossier said your parents have a home in Forest Park. The house is armed with a state-of-the-art alarm system.”

She shook her head. “I would hate to put them in danger.”

“It will be safer there.”

“I don’t know...”

He’d hoped to ease into this over Thai food. “It’s already been arranged.”

Her eyes widened with outrage. “You’ve spoken to my parents?”

“Trent is thorough in our protection.”

She made a face. “Unbelievable.”

“We’ve been here long enough. Do you want to pack a few things?”

“What choice do I have?” Anger laced her words.

Empathy twisted his stomach in knots. He knew firsthand how upsetting, annoying and humiliating it was to have someone else calling the shots. “It’s for your safety.”

“Of course it is.” Though the words dripped with sarcasm, her posture was resigned. She returned to her room. A few minutes later she came out carrying a small suitcase. “I have some clothes already at their house.”

“Do you want to keep the flowers?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No. Let’s leave them in the lobby.”

He wondered briefly if it was the flowers themselves or the sender she wanted to leave behind.

He escorted her to his rental car, a black Suburban. The modern, everyday version of the layman’s tank. He did a quick sweep of the exterior before allowing her too close to the vehicle. Checked the undercarriage, made sure the doors hadn’t been tampered with. Standard operating procedure. When he was sure the SUV was safe, he helped Brenda into the passenger seat.

As he drove he kept a vigilant eye out for a tail. Nothing. A half hour later they arrived at her parents’ Forest Park home. Behind a gated community, which provided twenty-four-hour security, the Storms’ residence was a large, gabled brick house with manicured hedges, Astroturf green lawns and flower beds with a kaleidoscope of colorful flora and visually interesting plants. A magazine-worthy home.

“Nice place,” Kyle commented. A far cry from the double-wide prefabricated place he’d called home as a kid. “You grew up in this house?”

“No. My parents bought this home after I’d graduated from med school.”

“Where did you live as a kid?”

She opened the passenger door. “Evanston.”

“Did you go to Northwestern?”

“I did. The university was practically in my backyard.” She climbed out of the vehicle and walked toward the house.

Kyle grabbed her suitcase from the back and followed her to the front door. Humidity made his shirt stick to his back. He glanced around, noting the quiet street and the other homes visible over the hedges marking the property lines. The hedges weren’t exactly the best for security—too many places a bad guy could slip through undetected.

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