The Novels of Nora Roberts, Volume 2

by Nora Roberts

  “No.” The surprise showed in her eyes when she opened them and looked down at the hand he’d laid over hers. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken her hand. Or she his. “No, I’m fine. Just a dream.”

  “You used to have bad ones as a kid too. Wake up hollering for Daddy.”

  “Yeah.” She managed a weak smile. “You don’t grow out of everything, I guess.”

  “Still get them a lot?” He tried to make it sound casual, but he saw the flicker in her eyes.

  “I don’t wake up hollering for anyone anymore,” she said stiffly.

  “No, I don’t suppose you would.” He wanted to get up, move away. Hadn’t her problems stopped being his years ago? But he stayed where he was, rocking the hammock gently.

  “It’s not a flaw to be self-sufficient, Brian.”

  “No.”

  “And it’s not a sin to want to handle problems on your own.”

  “Is that what you’re doing, Jo? Handling problems? Well, rest easy. I’ve got enough of my own without taking on yours.”

  But still he didn’t leave, and they rocked together quietly in the green shade. The comfort of it made her eyes sting. Cautious and needy, she took a tentative step. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Mama lately.”

  His shoulders tensed. “Why?”

  “I’ve been seeing her, in my mind.” The photograph that isn’t there. “Dreaming about her. I think she’s dead.”

  The tears had slipped out without either of them realizing it. When he glanced back, saw them sliding down her cheeks, his stomach clutched. “What’s the point of this, Jo Ellen? What’s the point in making yourself sick over something that happened twenty years ago and can’t be changed?”

  “I can’t stop it—I can’t explain it. It’s just there.”

  “She left us, we lived through it. That’s just there too.”

  “But what if she didn’t leave. What if someone took her, what if—”

  “What if she was abducted by aliens?” he said shortly. “For Christ’s sake. The cops kept the case open more than a year. There was nothing, no evidence she’d been kidnapped, no evidence of foul play. She left. That’s that. Stop driving yourself crazy.”

  She shut her eyes again. Maybe that was what she was doing, slowly driving herself toward insanity. “Is it better to think that every time she told us she loved us it was a lie? Is that more stable, Brian?”

  “It’s better to leave it alone.”

  “And be alone,” she murmured. “Every last one of us. Because someone else might say they love us, and that might be a lie too. Better to leave it alone. Better not to take the chance. Better to be alone than left alone.”

  It hit close enough to home to make him bristle. “You’re the one with the nightmares, Jo, not me.” He made his decision quickly and rose before he could change his mind. “Come on.”

  “Come on where?”

  “We’re going for a drive. Let’s go.” He took her hand again, hauled her to her feet and began to pull her with him to his car.

  “Where? What?”

  “Just do what you’re told for once, goddamn it.” He bundled her in, slammed the door, and saw with satisfaction that she was stunned enough to stay put. “I’ve got Kate on my back,” he muttered as he piled in and turned the key. “You crying. I’ve had just about enough. I’ve got my own life, you know.”

  “Yeah.” She sniffled, rubbed the back of her hand over her cheeks to dry them. “You’re really living it up, Brian.”

  “Just shut up.” The wheels spun as he whipped the car around and headed down the road. “You’re going to come back here looking like a sheet-white bag of bones, we’re going to get to the bottom of it. Then maybe everybody’ll go back to their respective corners and leave me the hell alone.”

  Eyes narrowed now, she clutched the door handle. “Where are we going?”

  “You’re going,” he corrected, “to the doctor.”

  “The hell I am.” Surprise warred with sick alarm. “Stop this car right now and let me out.”

  He set his mouth grimly and accelerated. “You’re going to the doctor. And if I have to, I’ll cart you in. We’ll find out if Kirby’s half as good as she thinks she is.”

  “I am not sick.”

  “Then you shouldn’t be afraid to let her look you over.”

  “I’m not afraid, I’m pissed. And I have no intention of wasting Kirby’s time.”

  He swung up the little drive, squealed to a halt at Kirby’s cottage, then clamped a hand on his sister’s shoulder. His eyes were hot and dark and level. “You can walk in, or you can embarrass both of us by having me haul you in over my shoulder. Either way, you’re going, so choose.”

  They glared at each other. Jo figured her temper was every bit a match for his. In a verbal battle, she had a decent shot of taking him down. If he decided to get physical—and she remembered from their youth that it was very possible—she didn’t have a prayer. Taking the high road, she shifted pride to the forefront.

  With a toss of her head, she stepped lightly out of the car and walked up the steps to Kirby’s cottage.

  They found Kirby at the kitchen counter, slathering peanut butter on bread. “Hi.” She licked her thumb and let her greeting smile stay in place as she scanned first one coldly furious face, then the other. Strange, she thought, how suddenly strong the family resemblance. “Want some lunch?”

  “Got any time to do a physical?” Brian demanded and gave his sister a firm shove forward.

  Kirby took a small bite of the open-faced sandwich as Jo turned and hissed at her brother. “Sure. My next appointment isn’t until one-thirty.” She smiled brightly. “Which one of you wants to get naked for me today?”

  “She’s having her lunch,” Jo informed Brian grandly.

  “Peanut butter’s not lunch unless you’re six.” He gave her another shove. “Go in there and strip. We’re not leaving until she’s looked you over, head to foot.”

  “I see this is my first appointment by abduction.” Kirby eyed Brian consideringly. She’d hoped he cared enough about his sister to be tough with her, but she hadn’t been sure. “Go ahead, Jo, back in my old room. I’ll be right in.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with me.”

  “Good. That’ll make my job easier and give you an excuse to punish Brian afterward.” She skimmed a hand over her neat French twist and smiled again. “I’ll help you.”

  “Fine.” She spun around and stomped down the hall.

  “What’s all this about, Brian?” Kirby murmured when the door slammed.

  “She’s having nightmares, she’s not eating. She came back from the campground this morning white as a sheet.”

  “What was she doing at the campground?”

  “Ginny didn’t show up for work today.”

  “Ginny? That’s not like her.” Kirby frowned, then waved it away. That was a different worry. “I’m glad you brought her in. I’ve been wanting to take a look at her.”

  “I want you to find out what’s wrong with her.”

  “Brian, I’ll give her a physical, and if there’s a physical problem, I’ll find it. But I’m not a psychiatrist.”

  Frustrated, he dug his hands into his pockets. “Just find out what’s wrong with her.”

  Kirby nodded, handed him the rest of her sandwich. “There’s milk in the fridge. Help yourself.”

  When she stepped into the examining room, Jo was still fully dressed and pacing. “Look, Kirby—”

  “Jo, you trust me, don’t you?”

  “That has nothing to—”

  “Let’s just do this, get it done, then everyone will feel better.” She picked up a fresh gown. “Go into the bath across the hall, put this on, and pee in the cup.” She took out a fresh chart and a form as Jo frowned at her. “I’m going to need some medical history—last period, any physical problems, any prescriptions you’re on, any allergies, that sort of thing. You can start filling that out once you’ve donned th
e latest fashion there and I’m doing the urinalysis.”

  She bent over to print Jo’s name on the chart. “Better give in gracefully,” Kirby murmured. “Brian’s bigger than you.”

  Jo shrugged once, then stalked off to the bathroom.

  “BLOOD pressure’s a little high.” Kirby removed the cuff. “Nothing major, and likely due to a slight temper fluctuation.”

  “Very funny.”

  Kirby warmed her stethoscope between her palms, then pressed it to Jo’s back. “Deep breath in, out. Again. You’re a tad underweight, too. Which makes the female in me green with envy and the sensible physician cluck her tongue.”

  “My appetite’s been a little off lately.”

  “The cooking at Sanctuary should take care of that.” And if it didn’t, Kirby intended to reevaluate. She took out her ophthalmoscope, began to examine Jo’s eyes. “Headaches?”

  “Now or ever?”

  “Either.”

  “Now, yes, but I’d say that’s a direct result of tangling with Brian the Bully.” Then she sighed. “I suppose I’ve been getting more of them in the last few months than usual.”

  “Dull and throbbing or sharp and piercing?”

  “Mostly the dull and throbbing variety.”

  “Dizziness, fainting, nausea?”

  “I—no, not really.”

  Kirby leaned back, leaving one hand resting on Jo’s shoulder. “No, or not really?” When Jo shrugged, Kirby set the instrument aside. “Honey, I’m a doctor and I’m your friend. I need you to be straight with me, and you need to know that anything you tell me inside this room stays between us.”

  Jo took a deep breath, clutched her hands hard in her lap. “I had a breakdown.” The wind whooshed out of her, part fear, part relief. “About a month ago, before I came back here. I just fell apart. I couldn’t stop it.”

  Saying nothing, Kirby laid both hands on Jo’s shoulders, massaged gently. Jo lifted her head and saw nothing but compassion in those soft green eyes. Her own filled. “It makes me feel like such a fool.”

  “Why should it?”

  “I’ve never felt that helpless. I’ve always been able to handle things, Kirby, to deal with them as they came. And then everything just piled up, heavier and heavier. And I’m not sure if I was imagining things or if they were really happening. I just don’t know. And then I collapsed. Just broke.”

  “Did you see someone?”

  “I didn’t have any choice. I fell apart right in front of my assistant. He carted me off to the ER, and they hospitalized me for a few days. A mental breakdown. I don’t care if we are nearing the twenty-first century, I don’t care how it’s intellectualized. I’m ashamed.”

  “I’m telling you there’s nothing shameful about it and that you have every right to feel whatever you want to feel.”

  Jo’s lips curved a little. “So I don’t have to be ashamed that I’m ashamed.”

  “Absolutely not. What was your work schedule like?”

  “Tight, but I liked it tight.”

  “Your social life?”

  “Nil, but I liked it nil. And yes, that pretty much goes for my sex life too. I wasn’t depressed or pining over a man or the lack of one. I’ve been thinking about my mother a lot,” Jo said slowly. “I’m nearly the same age she was when she left, when everything changed.”

  And your life fell apart, Kirby thought. “And you wondered, worried, if everything was going to change again, beyond your control. I’m not a shrink, Jo, just an old-fashioned GP. That’s a friend’s speculation. What was the prognosis when you were released?”

  “I don’t know, exactly.” Jo shifted, crinkling the paper beneath her. “I released myself.”

  “I see. You didn’t note any prescriptions down on your form.”

  “I’m not taking any. And don’t ask me what they prescribed. I never filled anything. I don’t want drugs—and I don’t want to talk to a shrink.”

  “All right, for now we’ll handle this the old-fashioned way. We’ll eliminate any physical cause. I’ll prescribe fresh air, rest, regular meals—and some good, safe sex if you can get it,” she added with a smile.

  “Sex isn’t one of my priorities.”

  “Well, honey, then you are crazy.”

  Jo blinked, then snorted out a laugh as Kirby dabbed the inside of her elbow with alcohol. “Thanks.”

  “No charge for insults. And the last part of the prescription is to talk. With me, with your family, with whoever you can trust to listen. Don’t let it build up again. You’re cared for, Jo. Lean a little.”

  She shook her head before Jo could speak. “Your brother cares enough to drag you in here—here to a place he’s avoided like the plague since I moved in. And if I’m any judge of character, he’s out there right now pacing and muttering and worried sick that I’m going to go out and tell him his sister has three weeks to live.”

  “It would serve him right.” Jo sighed heavily. “Even if I do feel better now than I have in weeks.” Then her eyes fastened on the syringe and widened. “What the hell is that for?”

  “Just need a little blood.” Needle poised, Kirby grinned. “Want to scream, and see how long it takes him to run in here?”

  Jo averted her eyes, held her breath. “I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.”

  WHEN Jo was dressed again, Kirby tossed her a fat plastic bottle. “They’re just vitamins,” she said. “High-potency. If you start eating right, you won’t need them. But they’ll give you a boost for now. I’ll let you know when the blood work comes back from the lab, but everything else is within normal range.”

  “I appreciate it, really.”

  “Show it, then, by taking care of yourself and talking to me when you need to.”

  “I will.” It always felt a bit odd for her to make an overtly affectionate move, but she stepped over and kissed Kirby’s cheek. “I will. And I meant what I said. I feel better than I have in a long time.”

  “Good. Follow Doctor Kirby’s orders, and you should feel better yet.” Keeping her concerns to herself, she led Jo out.

  Brian was exactly where she’d expected, restlessly pacing her living room. He stopped and scowled at them both. Kirby met the look with a bright smile.

  “You have a bouncing one-hundred-and-ten-pound girl, Daddy. Congratulations.”

  “Very funny. What the hell’s wrong with you?” he demanded of Jo.

  She angled her head, narrowed her eyes. “Bite me,” she suggested, then strolled to the door. “I’m walking back. Thanks for squeezing this idiot’s whims into your schedule, Kirby.”

  “Oh, I’ve been working on doing just that for months.” She chuckled as the screen door slammed.

  “I want to know what’s wrong with my sister.”

  “She’s suffering from acute brotheritis at the moment. While extremely irritating, it’s rarely fatal.”

  “I want a fucking straight answer,” he said between his teeth, and she nodded approvingly.

  “I like you even better when you’re human.” She turned to the coffeepot, pleased to see he’d made himself useful and had brewed fresh. “All right, straight answers. Would you like to sit down?”

  His stomach jittered painfully. “How bad is it?”

  “Not nearly as bad as you apparently think. You take it black, don’t you? Like a real man.” Her breath caught when he closed a hand hard over her arm.

  “I’m not in the mood for this.”

  “Okay, so my witty repartee isn’t going to relax you. It’ll take a couple of weeks to get full test results back, but I can give you my educated opinion from the exam. Jo’s a little run-down. She’s edgy and she’s stressed and she’s annoyed with herself for being edgy and stressed. What she needs is exactly what you’ve shown me you can give her. Support—even when she kicks against it.”

  The first trickle of relief loosened the pressure in his chest. “That’s it? That’s all?”

  She turned away to finish pouring the coffee. “There’s d
octor-patient confidentiality. Jo’s entitled to her privacy and to my discretion.”

  “Jo’s my sister.”

  “Yes, and on a personal level I’m happy to see you take that relationship to heart. I wasn’t sure that you did. Here.” She pressed the cup into his hand. “She came home because she needed to be home. She needed her family. So be there. That’s all I can tell you. Anything else has to come from her.”

  He paced away, sipping coffee without realizing it. All right, he thought, she wasn’t suffering from any of the mysterious and deadly diseases he’d conjured up while he’d been waiting. She’d just run herself out of energy. It wasn’t cancer or a brain tumor.

  “All right.” This time he said it aloud. “I can probably browbeat her into eating regularly and threaten Lexy away from picking fights with her.”

  “You’re very sweet,” Kirby murmured.

  “No, I’m not.” He set the cup down abruptly and stepped back. His worry had faded enough to allow him to see Kirby clearly. The way those mermaid eyes were smiling at him. The way she stood there, all cool and composed, all pink and gold. “I’m just looking out for myself. I want my routine back, and I won’t get it until she’s steadied out.”

  Eyes warm, Kirby walked toward him. “Liar. Fraud. Softie.”

  “Back off.”

  “Not yet.” She reached up to catch his face in her hands. He’d stirred more than her lust this time, and she couldn’t resist it. “You booked the physical for her, and you haven’t paid the bill.” She rose to her toes. “My services don’t come cheap.” And brushed her lips to his.

  His hands were at her waist as the taste of her flooded into him. “I keep telling you to back off.” He tilted his head, deepened the kiss. “Why don’t you listen?”

  Her breath was already starting to back up, clog her lungs. A glorious sensation. “I’m stubborn. Persistent. Right.”

  “You’re aggressive.” His teeth nipped into her bottom lip, tugged. “I don’t like aggressive women.”

  “Mmm. Yes, you do.”

  “No, I don’t.” He pushed her back against the counter until his body was pressed hard and hot to hers, until his mouth could fix firmly and devour. “But I want you. Happy now?”