her bag, taking out one of the plastic bottles she’d brought with her and cracking open the seal. ‘Would you like some water?’
His gaze seemed to be following her every move. ‘Yes, please...’
She opened the packet of drinking straws from her bag, putting one into the bottle and leaning over to hold it close to his mouth. His fingers closed around hers, light and caressing. His touch was just as electrifying as his words had been.
But she wasn’t here to experience the delights of Gabriel DeMarco’s dark gaze. If all the rumours were true, there were more than enough women who were happy to share those things with him. She had a job to do and when her boss had called her at one o’clock this morning, it had been immediately obvious that being chosen for this was an opportunity. A high-profile client, in an extremely sensitive situation.
‘Take it easy. Not too much...’ He was gulping the water down as fast as the straw would allow, and she pulled the bottle away from him for a moment. His fingers tightened around hers, stopping her from taking the bottle back completely.
‘Thank you. May I have some more, please.’
‘Slowly, this time.’
He drank again, and when the bottle was half-empty he let her take it away from him. ‘You know I’m a doctor?’
‘Yes, I do.’ Gabriel DeMarco’s file contained a lot more information than that about him.
‘Then you’ll know that I’ll understand whatever you tell me about my medical condition.’
The facts, maybe. The hows and the whys, probably not. But he seemed to be getting more and more agitated and it was clear that he wasn’t going to just rely on her and go with the flow. Clara had to think carefully, and give him the information he needed without sending him into a panic.
‘You inadvertently ingested a drug last night. It’s not done you any lasting harm, but you’ll be feeling a little groggy for a while.’
‘What drug?’ Clara hesitated and he reached for the call button at the side of the bed. ‘If you won’t tell me...’
‘All right.’ The last thing she wanted was any contact with the doctors and nurses, beyond what was medically necessary. The fewer people who remembered him being here the better. ‘Flunitrazepam.’
His hand moved to his face, massaging his temples with his fingers and thumb, as if he was trying to get his brain to work.
‘It’s not possible to inadvertently ingest flunitrazepam. It’s manufactured with a blue dye these days, with the specific aim of making it difficult to slip into someone’s drink.’ His fingers wandered to his throat as a thought seemed to occur to him.
‘You have a sore throat? That’s because you were given activated charcoal last night by feeding tube. Your friends, Dr and Mrs Goodman, were with you the whole time, until I arrived.’ Clara tried to reassure him. The uncomfortable realisation that something had happened last night and he had no memory of it was going to dawn on him any moment now.
‘I remember... I think. I was going to Grant and Sara’s place for dinner. Where are they?’
‘They’re at home. Sleeping, I imagine, I didn’t arrive here until four in the morning.’
‘And what exactly is your part in this, Clara?’
He was rapidly coming to his senses. She was no longer the angel with the beautiful hair, she was someone who had to justify her presence to him. It was almost a disappointment, but in professional terms it was probably just as well. Clara reached into her bag for the bundle of identification papers.
‘I work for Gladstone and Sullivan Securities. You recognise the name...?’
‘Of course. My father’s company has used you for years.’ He frowned suddenly. ‘Please tell me I haven’t done anything that requires that level of discretion.’
‘You’ve done nothing wrong.’ Clara handed him the documents. The answer to the question of why exactly he needed security was an awkward one and should probably wait until he was recovered enough to handle it.
He flipped open her passport, glancing at it, and then took his time reading the faxed letter of introduction. ‘My father sent this at two in the morning. Clearly he thinks the situation is serious.’ Gabriel came straight to the realisation that Clara was hoping he’d overlook.
‘I’m sure you must know that anything connected with your well-being is considered serious.’ Clara skirted the issue. ‘The two most important things for you to know are who I am, and that I have the situation fully under control.’
‘I’d prefer it if I had the situation fully under control. And since you’re obviously leaving out a few important details, I think the next thing I need to do is to get out of here and find someone who will tell me what’s going on.’
Clara’s clients fell broadly into two categories. The ones who didn’t want to know, and those who wanted to know everything. She generally preferred the latter, but it brought different challenges, and it was clear that Gabriel DeMarco had decided to be as challenging as possible.
‘I’ll be happy to tell you everything. We have a hotel suite for you nearby—’
‘What’s the matter with my house? Not fallen down during the night, has it?’
‘No, your house is fine...’
‘Good. I’m fine and so is my house.’ He shot her a look that left her under no illusions that he’d believe her reassurances a little better when he had concrete proof. ‘So I’m sure you won’t have any objections to my going there.’
Clara took a breath. ‘I’d advise—’
‘No, you don’t get to do that. I’m going home and if you want to accompany me and tell me exactly what’s going on, you’re welcome to do so. Then you can advise me and I’ll decide whether to take that advice.’
He sat up slowly, reaching for the controls for the bed. He must still be feeling very groggy, but that wasn’t going to stop him.
‘All right. I have a car outside, and we’ll take you there.’
‘Okay, thanks. I’ll take a shower and get dressed...’ He waited, obviously expecting Clara to leave the room.
‘Let me help you.’
‘I can manage...’
‘And I’m tasked with your safety, Dr DeMarco. Letting you fall over and crack your head open on the bathroom floor isn’t anywhere on my agenda.’
The thought of telling him that she doubted he had anything she hadn’t already seen hundreds of times before leapt to the tip of her tongue and stopped there. The flimsy hospital gown couldn’t disguise a pair of strong shoulders. Gabriel DeMarco had a good physique, made even better by dark hair and melting brown eyes in a face made proud by high cheekbones. She doubted if she’d seen anything quite like him before.
He smiled slowly. ‘That’s a bit more like it. We’ll get along
