group of kids sat on floor mats in a far corner of the room. A TV on a stand had been wheeled in, and they were watching a public television children’s show.
At Kelley’s side, Jenny hesitated. Kelley felt her daughter’s grip tighten.
Shawn turned away from Marge and looked straight at Kelley as if he had been expecting her.
Which of course he was, as he expected all the kids’ parents. He wasn’t anticipating seeing her in particular.
Still, the way his lips curved slowly into a lazy but welcoming smile made her insides melt. She shook her head to bring herself back to reality.
He said something else to Marge that Kelley couldn’t hear. The facility’s head caregiver continued to gaze at him as if in rapt attention. Then he broke away from Marge and approached Kelley and Jenny.
“Good morning, Shawn,” Kelley said.
“Hi.” He wore no vest today. Instead he had on a navy blue shirt that enhanced the deep color of his eyes. He still looked like a handsome cowboy in his jeans and boots. “How are you both?”
“Fine, Shawn,” Jenny said softly.
“Good. Are we going to have fun today?”
“Can we draw an’mals?” Jenny’s voice quivered, and Kelley braced herself for her daughter’s next tearful farewell.
“Sure,” Shawn said.
To Kelley’s surprise, Jenny let go of her and held out her hand. After a slight hesitation Shawn took it and led her farther into the room. He met Kelley’s eyes over the child’s head.
No separation anxiety today? Kelley was so relieved that she felt her whole face brighten.
Shawn’s return smile was smug but brief. He looked toward Jenny. “You can choose the animals you’d like to work on,” he said. “And maybe one of these days your mama and I can talk about the animals, too.” He raised a light brown brow at Kelley, then turned his back and led Jenny from the room.
Kelley watched with bemusement and delight.
“Wow!” Marge joined her, grinning after the man and child as they walked into the adjoining playroom. “He’s something, isn’t he? Even Jenny is responding to him.”
“He’s something, all right,” Kelley agreed. “He…well, he doesn’t strike me as the typical day-care worker. Do you know his background?”
“Sure,” Marge replied. “He was in the military—army, I think. He got out after a couple of hitches and is now in college studying child psychology. He wants to work with kids, so he’s here earning a little money and learning about children on a school internship.”
“I see,” Kelley said, though she was puzzled. He didn’t seem the type. But obviously she was wrong.
Maybe one day she would take him up on that offer to have coffee in the cafeteria—so they could discuss his drawing talent, and the way he worked with kids.
Now, though, it was time to leave the child-care center.
This morning seemed to be the start of a good day.
IT CONTINUED THAT WAY, too, for a while.
She ran into Juan Cortes, who gave her a hearty, “Good morning.” She’d noticed the usual treats in the KidClub, so she thanked the janitor but reiterated her offer to bring some soon.
Next, she passed hospital administrator Louis Paxler on his way to his office. He actually managed a civil greeting.
Then the day began to deteriorate. She saw her ex-husband at the nurse’s station talking with Cheryl Marten. They both seemed engrossed in conversation, and Kelley attempted to slip by unseen.
No such luck. “Good morning, Kelley,” Randall said in his usual contemptuous, booming voice.
A couple of nurses seated behind the tall U-shaped desk looked up in interest. Damn. They had an audience.
“Good morning,” Kelley said neutrally.
“Which patients are you seeing here today?” Randall had turned to face her. As usual, he was dressed immaculately in a pristine white lab jacket, a stethoscope around his neck. His silvery hair was combed as perfectly as an actor on a set playing a doctor’s might be.
None of your business. “A couple of influenza cases and an infection.”
“Take care that they survive,” he said in mock concern.
Kelley’s chest constricted. She’d done all she could to help those poor influenza patients who’d died several months ago, yet she knew Randall was a major source of the rumors that she’d messed up.
She’d told herself over and over that he was wrong.
But if so, why did so many people listen to him?
“They’ll be fine, thanks, Randall,” she said coolly, not rising to his bait.
“I’m sure,” he said.
Cheryl smirked over her shoulder. Kelley could have smacked her. She was the one who had left little Jenny alone the night of the fire, then had lied about it. Implicated Kelley.
“If something happens to them,” Cheryl said, “I’ve got a friend in the fire department. I’ll alert him that our records department is in jeopardy again.”
Oh, Lord. Kelley had heard that more than once, too—that she’d set the records room on fire to destroy the charts that would reveal what she’d done wrong in her treatment of those patients.
There was just one little flaw to that reasoning…but she hadn’t revealed it to anyone.
For one thing, it would have sounded defensive.
For another, she would be revealing something that she actually had done wrong.
Without saying another word, Kelley hurried down the hall toward her first patient’s room.
And ignored the murmuring behind her.
THAT EVENING, AS HE prepared to leave KidClub for the day, Shawn was damned disappointed.
Of course he would be. He’d been trying to think of a way to talk to his chief suspect, Dr. Kelley Stanton, alone, and she hadn’t been the one to pick up her daughter.
He should have been pleased that he’d gotten the opportunity to meet her ex-husband.
The condescending ass. Randall Stanton hadn’t been alone, either. Nurse Cheryl Marten had been with him.
“I’m going to leave now, Shawn.” Marge Ralston’s vivacious voice interrupted his thoughts.
He turned. “Are all the kids gone?”
She nodded, and her dark curls bounced round her pretty, animated
