Her Mr. Right? (Silhouette Special Edition #1897)

"You work with elderly patients. Is that correct, Miss Suarez?" Isobel felt as if she had been viewed under a high-powered microscope for the past five minutes. Neil Kane had the power to make her pulse race simply by passing her in the hall. It wasn't his status as an investigator for the Massachusetts Attorney General's Office that rattled her most. Rather it was her response to him as a man, with his sandy-brown hair graying at the temples, his strong jaw with its cleft at the center, his tall, trim and fit physique under a charcoal suit. He was attractive enough to turn the heads of most women. She didn't want her head turned--especially not by a man who was trying to pin wrongdoing on hospital personnel. Who was attempting to discover fraud that could be the downfall of Walnut River General, or more insidiously, make a takeover by Northeastern HealthCare a probability instead of a possibility. "Miss Suarez?" the investigator repeated, those gold-flecked brown eyes sending a tingle up her spine. Isobel intended to select every word carefully. "I'm a social worker at this hospital, Mr. Kane. I tend to any patient whose case history finds its way to my desk." They sat alone in his temporary office, a small conference room, with the door closed. A laptop was positioned in front of Kane and a legal pad sat beside it. From her seat around the corner of the table, she couldn't see what was on the screen of the laptop. When the investigator leaned back in his chair and rubbed the back of his neck, his knee was very close to hers. She didn't move an inch. "I think everyone who works at this hospital has taken a course on how to be evasive," he muttered. She didn't comment. By age thirty-five, she'd learned when silence had more effect than a retort. He blew out a breath and she suspected his day had been as long as hers. From what she'd heard, he'd been interviewing personnel in this room since seven-thirty this morning; he'd been here eleven hours straight. "Miss Suarez. You told me you've worked here ten years." He leaned forward. "In that amount of time, what age group has occupied most of your attention?" She could only pick up a hint of his cologne, something woodsy and very masculine. "I haven't kept track." "Well, then, isn't it a good thing we have records and computer programs that do keep track." His voice had an edge to it that was part frustration, part anger. Her own temper was precariously perched. "Why are you asking me the question if you already have the answer? You know, Mr. Kane, if you try hard enough to catch a fish, you might catch the wrong fish." His brows arched. "Meaning?" Impatiently, she shoved her very curly, chin-length auburn hair behind her ear. "Meaning...everyone I work with at this hospital is dedicated to his or her profession. We're here to take care of patients, not in any way to take advantage of them. I don't know what you're specifically investigating--there are so many rumors floating around, I can't count them all--but whatever it is, maybe someone made a mistake. Maybe there was a computer error. Maybe there's no culprit or fraud or theft at all." He studied her for a few very long moments. "What would you have our office do, Miss Suarez? Ignore the possibility of wrongdoing? Wouldn't the guilty love that!" The buzz around the hospital was that Neil Kane was the enemy. Everyone from the chief of staff to the night security guard had banded together to treat him as if he were. They believed in each other and the work they did here. This hospital was about patient care. That could change drastically if Northeastern HealthCare took over. If a conglomerate ran Walnut River General, the hospital would consider financial well-being more important than helping the residents of Walnut River. Frustrated herself by a long day made longer by Neil Kane's hard-edged questioning, she made a suggestion. "If you want to know what I do anSmith, Karen Rose is the author of 'Her Mr. Right? (Silhouette Special Edition #1897)', published 2008 under ISBN 9780373248971 and ISBN 0373248970.