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She hurried down the hall and found her phone in her jacket pocket. If it was the clinic, it might be an emergency. With Doctor Chee out on maternity leave and Doctor Lewis at a conference, there were no nights off anymore.
Another reason to stay.
Her patients and the staff were beginning to trust her, to believe she had their best interests at heart. If she up and disappeared on them now, what would they think?
What would that say about her?
An unfamiliar number lit the screen. It wasn’t local.
Her finger hovered over the green button.
“It’s not Miami.” She’d recognize that area code.
Her hand shook. “He doesn’t know this number—he can’t.”
She’d left the old phone behind. Bought this prepaid one after she arrived in Arizona. Paid for the phone and the minutes in cash. No trace.
But those men had found her at Lucero’s.
Coincidence?
Or had they known where to look?
The phone went quiet.
Her stomach flip-flopped like a fish out of water.
A blinking message icon. Voicemail.
Her hand trembled as it hovered over the notification.
She pressed play.
If you owe back taxes, the government is offering—
A spam call. Her head swam. Never thought she’d see the day she’d be grateful for one.
She deleted the message with a jab of her thumb. “You’re being paranoid.”
Only tell that to her racing heart.
She made a quick call to the clinic’s nurse on call—just in case. “Hey, Wanda. Everything quiet? Great. Let’s hope it stays that way. I’m here if anyone needs me.”
At least for tonight.
Guilt bored a hole in her stomach.
“Have a good night.”
On her way back to the bedroom, her gaze snagged on Caleb’s bloodied t-shirt lying on the floor.
She kneeled to pick it up. Held it to her nose.
Blood—copper and iron. But beneath that, sandalwood and spice.
Warmth unfurled in her belly. Just touching the shirt sent awareness brushing over her skin—the way his sculpted muscles flexed beneath her hands. The calm in his voice. The heat in his eyes.
He was dangerous—he’d proven that by the way he handled those men.