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he stepped back. “When did you first feel discomfort?”

      “Last night,” she whispered.

      “After your performance?” She nodded.

      “Did it hit you suddenly?”

      She shook her head no.

      “Have you ever had this problem before?”

      She shook her head. Then she said, carefully, “Stress. Antibiotics. Rest.”

      Nick Hathaway clamped down on the cynical laughter that rose in his throat. Typical of these spoiled, wealthy young women. She’d never had the problem before, but she’d already diagnosed it and determined the cure.

      “And you came to see me so you could demonstrate your brilliant diagnostic skills?” He knew better than to use sarcasm on a patient, but she happened to be the kind of woman he avoided at all costs.

      Beside being beautiful, she was wealthy and self-centered. He knew from experience how wealthy women worked. And with beauty added to the mix—

      She spoke again in that painful voice. “Antibiotics.”

      He raised one eyebrow. “I don’t dispense antibiotics on request, Ms. Colton.” She just stared at him with the most glorious green eyes he’d ever seen. “I’ll need to do a throat culture, run a few other tests.”

      She had the nerve to shake her head.

      Nick glared at her, but she raised her left wrist and pointed to the watch she wore. A Rolex, of course.

      “Theater,” she whispered.

      He couldn’t believe her. “You surely don’t think you’re going to perform tonight?” Damn, the woman could barely speak.

      She shrugged her shoulders.

      “Look, Ms. Colton, if you are under my care, there will be no performance tonight. No performance for at least two weeks, at which time I will reevaluate your situation, but I promise nothing.” He sounded too angry. Drawing a deep breath, he finished in cold tones, “If you find those terms unacceptable, I’ll be glad to refer you to another local doctor. Or you can take yourself to New York City and a considerably more expensive doctor to confirm what I’ve just said.”

      Much to his surprise, after staring at him with various emotions changing those brilliant green eyes to a darker color, she gave a vigorous nod of approval. Then she whispered, “Antibiotics.”

      He was surprised at the relief that her agreement gave him, but her last word irritated him again. “No antibiotics until after the tests.”

      Her eyes rounded in panic, and she vigorously shook her head no.

      “Yes,” he insisted. “I insist.”

      To his consternation, she slid off the examining table, picked up the purse she’d left in a side chair and started for the door.

      He should let her go, he decided. He didn’t need a patient unwilling to listen, intent on getting her way, determined to be in control.

      Then she fainted.

      Liza didn’t come to until she’d been put in an ambulance. The clanging of the doors brought her around. There was a man beside the stretcher and she reached out to tug on his shirt.

      “Just lie quietly, ma’am. We’ll have you to the hospital in a couple of minutes.”

      She didn’t need to be told the obvious. She tried again. “Doctor,” she whispered, not seeing the handsome man who’d examined her.

      “No, I’m not the doctor. I’m a paramedic.” He grinned at her, no doubt impressed with his boyish charm.

      She wasn’t impressed by his intelligence. “Hathaway!” she returned, the strain sending shooting pains down her throat.

      “Oh!” the young man exclaimed, as if a lightbulb had gone off over his head. “You mean where is Dr. Hathaway?” After she nodded, he added, “He’s meeting us at the hospital.”

      Frowning, Liza thought about what had occurred. The doctor had wanted her to have tests. No doubt if she went to a hospital, he’d expect her to stay. She couldn’t.

      Grabbing his shirt again as the paramedic leaned forward to say something to his partner, who was driving the ambulance, she said, “No hospital.”

      “Hey, pretty lady, we’ve got a fine hospital. They’ll take good care of you.”

      She vigorously shook her head.

      Ignoring her response, he said, his voice full of fake cheerfulness, “Here we are.”

      When they rolled her into the emergency room, she felt like the center of a whirlwind, not moving as everyone rushed around her.

      The paramedic was giving a report to a doctor in abbreviated terms that made no sense to her. She tried to interrupt, but with no voice, it was hard to get their attention.

      She used her earlier technique, grabbing the man’s white coat and tugging.

      “Hello, Ms. Colton. Don’t worry. We’re going to take care of you. I’ve heard you sing. Let me tell you it’s a pleasure to welcome you to our hospital.”

      She shook her head. “No hospital,” she insisted in her raspy whisper, her stress rising.

      “Dr. Hathaway will be here any minute. I’m sure he—”

      “No!” she protested as loudly as possible. Then she fell back against the pillow, clutching her throat.

      For the first time the doctor appeared unsure of himself. “Uh, we’ll just take your vital signs and wait for Dr. Hathaway.” And he backed away from her, giving instructions to a nurse.

      Liza closed her eyes. Being unable to use such a vital part of her, her voice, was frustrating. She knew she’d endangered it with her foolish behavior, but eating or sleeping had seemed unimportant the past three days.

      If only she hadn’t fainted.

      “Ah, Dr. Hathaway, I’m glad you’re here,” she heard the E.R. doctor exclaim.

      She shoved herself to a sitting position just as the nurse was trying to take her pulse.

      “Here now, dear, just relax. Dr. Hathaway is one of our best physicians. He’ll take good care of you.”

      She shook her head, her gaze seeking the handsome doctor. When she found him in the constantly moving crowd, she waved him over.

      Before she could make the effort to speak, however, he began barking out orders to the nurse.

      “And set up an IV. She’s dehydrated.” He looked at Liza. “When was the last time you ate?”

      She shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t want to admit her foolishness. But she’d been so frightened for Emily, it had been impossible to think of such mundane things.

      While the nurse set up her IV, the E.R. physician drew Dr. Hathaway to the side and began whispering to him. He sent a sharp look her way, making Liza wonder what the man was telling him.

      She had her answer when Dr. Hathaway stepped back to her side. “My cohort here says you’ve refused to be admitted.”

      She nodded, relieved that finally someone was listening to her.

      “Look, Ms. Colton, I know you don’t want to stay here, but at least let us give you some fluids and check things out. Only for an hour or two.”

      As he finished speaking, the nurse returned with a plastic bag of fluid.

      “If you’ll at least let us do that, you’ll feel a lot better,” he assured her, that deep voice sounding very soothing.

      “Have to—call…cancel tonight,” she muttered, each word paining her.

      “Don’t

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