âI never get involved with someone in my investigation.â Neil spoke, with his finger on her cheek.
âBecause you lose perspective?â Isobel asked.
âBecause the guilty can seem innocent and the innocent can seem guilty. I always go by the book.â
Neilâs hand slid to her neck under her curly hair. The warmth of his skin felt so good⦠the touch of his fingers against her scalp so sensually right. When he tilted her head up and lowered his, she knew exactly what was going to happen.
He paused just an instant in case she wanted to back away. She knew she should. But she definitely didnât want to. Curiosity and need were much stronger than any admonition from her good sense that she was consorting with the enemy. Right now, Neil didnât feel like the enemy.
It wasnât her enemy whose arms she was in right now.
Chapter One
âYou work with elderly patients. Is that correct, Miss Suarez?â
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 wasnât his status as an investigator for the Massachusetts Attorney Generalâs 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 didnât want her head turnedâespecially 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.
âMiss Suarez?â the investigator repeated, those gold-flecked brown eyes sending a tingle up her spine.
Isobel intended to select every word carefully. âIâm a social worker at this hospital, Mr. Kane. I tend to any patient whose case history finds its way to my desk.â
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 couldnât 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 didnât move an inch.
âI think everyone who works at this hospital has taken a course on how to be evasive,â he muttered.
She didnât comment. By age thirty-five, sheâd 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 sheâd heard, heâd been interviewing personnel in this room since seven-thirty this morning; heâd been here eleven hours straight.
âMiss Suarez. You told me youâve worked here ten years.â He leaned forward. âIn that amount of time, what age group has occupied most of your attention?â
She could only pick up a hint of his cologne, something woodsy and very masculine. âI havenât kept track.â
âWell, then, isnât it a good thing we have records and computer programs that do keep track.â His voice had an edge to it that was part frustration, part anger.
Her own temper was precariously perched. âWhy 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.â
His brows arched. âMeaning?â
Impatiently, she shoved her very curly, chin-length auburn hair behind her ear. âMeaningâ¦everyone I work with at this hospital is dedicated to his or her profession. Weâre here to take care of patients, not in any way to take advantage of them. I donât know what youâre specifically investigatingâthere are so many rumors floating around, I canât count them allâbut whatever it is, maybe someone made a mistake. Maybe there was a computer error. Maybe thereâs no culprit or fraud or theft at all.â
He studied her for a few very long moments. âWhat would you have our office do, Miss Suarez? Ignore the possibility of wrongdoing? Wouldnât the guilty love that!â
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.