Unfinished Business - Nora Roberts Page 0,37
I know you and your father only want to help. I’ll take the medication.”
“Damn right you will.” He took her arm.
“You don’t have to come in.”
“I’m coming in,” he said as he pulled her up the walk. “I’m watching you take the first dose, and then I’m putting you to bed.”
“Brady, I’m not an invalid.”
“That’s right, and if I have anything to say about it, you won’t become one.”
He pushed open the door—it was never locked—and hauled her directly upstairs. He filled a glass in the bathroom, handed it to her, then opened the bottle of medication and shook out a pill himself.
“Swallow.”
She took a moment to scowl at him before she obeyed. “Are you going to charge me for a house call?”
“The first one’s for old times’ sake.” Gripping her arm again, he pulled her into the bedroom. “Now take off your clothes.”
Pain or no pain, she tossed back her head. “Aren’t you supposed to be wearing a lab coat and a stethoscope when you say that?”
He didn’t even bother to swear. Turning, he yanked open a drawer and searched until he found a nightshirt. She would wear silk to bed, he thought, clenching his teeth. Of course she would. After tossing it on the bed, he pushed her around and dragged down her zipper.
“When I undress you for personal reasons, you’ll know it.”
“Cut it out.” Shocked, she caught the dress as it pooled at her waist. He merely tugged the nightshirt over her head.
“I can control my animal lust by thinking of your stomach lining.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“Exactly.” He tugged the dress over her hips. The nightshirt drifted down to replace it. “Stockings?”
Unsure if she should be mortified or infuriated, she unrolled them down the length of her legs. Brady gritted his teeth again.
No amount of hours in anatomy class could have prepared him for the sight of Vanessa slowly removing sheer stockings in lamplight.
He was a doctor, he reminded himself, and tried to recite the first line of the Hippocratic oath.
“Now get in bed.” He pulled down the quilt, then carefully tucked it up to her chin after she climbed in. Suddenly she looked sixteen again. He clung to his professionalism, setting the bottle of pills on her nightstand. “I want you to follow the directions.”
“I can read.”
“No drinking.” A doctor, he repeated to himself. He was a doctor, and she was a patient. A beautiful patient with sinfully soft skin and big green eyes. “We don’t use bland diets so much anymore, just common sense. Stay away from spicy foods. You’re going to get some relief fairly quickly. In all probability you won’t even remember you had an ulcer in a few days.”
“I don’t have one now.”
“Vanessa.” With a sigh, he brushed back her hair. “Do you want anything?”
“No.” Her hand groped for his before he could rise. “Can you—? Do you have to go?”
He kissed her fingers. “Not for a while.”
Satisfied, she settled back. “I was never supposed to let you come up here when we were teenagers.”
“Nope. Remember the night I climbed in the window?”
“And we sat on the floor and talked until four in the morning. If my father had known, he would have—” She broke off, remembering.
“Now isn’t the time to worry about all that.”
“It isn’t a matter of worry, really, but of wondering. I loved you, Brady. It was innocent, and it was sweet. Why did he have to spoil that?”
“You were meant for big things, Van. He knew it. I was in the way.”
“Would you have asked me to stay?” She hadn’t thought she would ask, but she had always wanted to know. “If you had known about his plans to take me to Europe, would you have asked me to stay?”
“Yes. I was eighteen and selfish. And if you had stayed, you wouldn’t be what you are. And I wouldn’t be what I am.”
“You haven’t asked me if I would have stayed.”
“I know you would have.”
She sighed. “I guess you only love that intensely once. Maybe it’s best to have it over and done with while you’re young.”
“Maybe.”
She closed her eyes, drifting. “I used to dream that you would come and take me away. Especially before a performance, when I stood in the wings, hating it.”
His brows drew together. “Hating what?”
“The lights, the people, the stage. I would wish so hard that you would come and we would go away together. Then I knew you wouldn’t. And I stopped wishing. I’m so tired.”
He kissed her fingers again. “Go to sleep.”
“I’m tired