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Her saw her throat work with emotion. “Well, the important thing is that Violet’s improvement will open up clinical trials for other patients.”
He gave her a thumbs-up. “Way to go, Dr. O’Neal.”
God, he loved when she blushed.
“Did Nate tell you the irony?” she asked.
He shook his head.
“The morning following the infusion, I called my answering service for the first time since I’d checked out on Thanksgiving eve. They’d been unable to call me because…well, you know.
“Anyway, there were three calls designated as urgent. I didn’t recognize the name or number. It turned out to be a member of the FDA review board who was considering the compassionate use of GX-42 for Violet.
“The board member had seen the news story about her and recognized the name. She spent hours Thanksgiving night calling other members of the board. By morning she had a consensus. They approved the application for Violet and gave it emergency status.”
He laughed. “No shit?”
“No shit. I’d been given leave to use the drug immediately. I didn’t breach ethics after all.”
“I’ll be damned. Shining the spotlight on Violet actually worked against the Hunts.”
“That’s the irony. And Richard Hunt is in the worst kind of spotlight. He’s got so many spin doctors spinning, he still can’t keep his stories straight. The latest is that Goliad was jealous of Timmy and obsessed with Delores. It’s a muddle.”
She leaned back, propping herself up on her hands. When she crossed her legs, a split on the side of her skirt opened. It took a moment for her words to register.
He said, “I doubt anyone will ever know the whole of it. Hunt will continue to lie and maneuver. Postpone. ”
“Meanwhile fighting for his life,” Brynn said. “Secretly he’s undergoing chemo and radiation, but that only buys him time. According to Nate, he still refuses to apply for the exemption for fear of disclosure. He says that’s all the media would need to ruin him.”
Another lull ensued. Rye remained fixated on the several inches of thigh visible above her boot. He wanted to start there and kiss his way up.
Before he embarrassed himself, he refocused. “How’s Wes?”
“He caught a shoplifter the other day.”
“That’s what they pay him for.”
“Yes, but he let her go without reporting her. She had three children under three years old, and was shoplifting a home pregnancy test. Dad thought she deserved a break.”
They shared a smile, but after a moment hers turned wistful. She sat up straight and cleared her throat. “The other day, Violet asked me about the man in the old leather coat.” She cut a glance toward his bomber jacket where he’d draped it over the back of a chair. “Seems she saw us kissing outside her house. She asked if you were my boyfriend.” She waited a beat before saying, “I told her no.”
He didn’t say anything, but shifted his position against the dresser, telling himself it was because that spot on his butt had gone numb.
Brynn continued, “I told her no because I could never fall for a man who shuts people out. Strangers. Even people who care about him. I told her that no matter how attractive he was, or how amazingly good sex with him was, or how he’d been willing to sacrifice his pilot’s license—the thing he values above everything else—in order to save her life, I couldn’t pine for a man who takes off in an airplane, indifferent to whether or not he’ll safely land.”
She looked down at her open palm and dusted it with the other. “Knowing how others would grieve the loss of his life, it’s selfish of him to have such careless disregard for it. I asked Violet why in the world a sane woman would want a man like that.”
“No sane woman would,” he said. “He sounds like a loser.”
“That’s just it. He’s not.”
“You were supposed to be building up to calling him a bastard.”
“What good would it do?”
He pushed off the dresser and went over to the window. He flicked the tacky drape open. It was cold out. The wind was brisk. But the sky was crystal clear, not a cloud in sight. It had been a perfect day for Brady’s flight.
“I knew a guy like that,” he said. “He was a sullen and self-centered son of a bitch. Thought he had problems. Thought life wasn’t worth living. He was carrying around all this crap over an accident, an airplane crash. Thirteen people died. Anybody would be sick over that.
