Derian grimaced and dropped into a dull orange fabric sofa against the wall. Two matching chairs flanked it, along with a faux-leather sofa on the opposite wall. The carpet was industrial-grade dark brown fabric. “No. I’ve had more than enough.”

Emily sat next to Derian. “Have you had anything to eat?”

“Breakfast. I’m good.”

Emily remembered. Breakfast with Audrey. She’d conveniently forgotten that. And she conveniently wasn’t going to think about how they came to be together first thing in the morning, or what might’ve happened before breakfast, or last night, more accurately. She had, after all, turned down Derian’s fairly subtle but unmistakable invitation to stay the evening before. An invitation that could only have meant time in bed. Of course she’d said no, and why wouldn’t Derian look for other company? Especially with someone like Aud, an incredibly attractive woman with whom she shared a history and obvious deep affection. They were probably part-time lovers.

“What about you?” Derian asked.

Emily jumped. “Sorry? What about me?”

Derian gave her a curious glance. “Have you eaten?”

“Tea and a cookie about…” She shrugged and grinned sheepishly. “What feels like a million years ago, but I don’t want to go anywhere.”

“I bet I can find someplace to deliver.”

Emily grasped Derian’s arm when she reached for her phone. “No, really. I mean, I’m certain that you can. But I don’t want you to. I’m too nervous to eat anyway. I’ll be hungry later when we have good news.”

Derian turned her hand over and Emily’s palm slid easily over hers. Emily stared at their hands together. She couldn’t. She didn’t even know her. Even as she thought the words, she slid her fingers between Derian’s and squeezed gently. “It really is going to be all right.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” Emily reluctantly extracted her hand from Derian’s. “Just sit and close your eyes for a while, then. It will help.”

Derian glanced at her. “You sound like you’ve had some experience.”

“I have,” Emily said quietly.

Derian waited, watching her, and her silence, the unspoken compassion in her gaze, brought the past rushing back before Emily could throw up the barriers.


*


“I was seventeen, just a few weeks before I was set to travel to America for college.”

As always happened every time Emily thought about it, or, rarely, spoke of it, the present faded and she was back in her old bedroom again, staring into her closet, trying to decide what to leave behind. Living where it snowed would be fun—she hoped. At least it was a good reason to shop, although she planned to do most of that once she arrived. For the last month she’d scoured the university website, not just for the classes she wanted to take—which was the most exciting part—but also for activities of interest on campus and off, wondering how well she’d fit in when she didn’t know anyone. As intimidating as the idea of being alone in a new place was at times, she still couldn’t wait to go. What an adventure, especially for her, the least adventurous member of the family. The phone rang and she ignored it, taking out three shirts, holding them up and then putting one back. She simply couldn’t take everything, and she had to take her books. She couldn’t live for four years without them.

Footsteps in the hall were followed by a brisk knock on her partially open door. She glanced over at the butler. She started to speak, but the look on his face strangled the words in her throat.

“A call for you, Miss May,” Joseph said in an oddly tight, formal tone. He held out the phone. His hand trembled. “It’s the police.”

Frowning, she took the phone. Shouldn’t they be speaking to her father, if something was wrong? He’d be home soon. An hour, if traffic from the airport wasn’t heavy. “Hello? This is Emily May. I’m afraid my father—”

She remembered a man’s voice, words that made no sense, her brain suddenly slow and sluggish, trying desperately to discern the meaning behind phrases that couldn’t possibly apply to her or her life. Accident. Injuries. Airlift. Hospital. Emergency. Emergency. Emergency.

She’d been so cold, frozen, for days and days.

Emily shivered and a warm hand closed over hers. She blinked, and Derian was there, solid and real and warm. “My father had a short meeting in Jakarta, and he and my mother tacked on a few days’ vacation. My sister wanted to scuba dive and went with them. I begged off, I had too much to do getting ready for my trip to the States.” She took a breath, the pain in her chest cutting her breath short. “They were in a small plane—it went down just short of the airfield. No one was ever able to determine why. The pilot and my…” She swallowed. “My mother was killed instantly.”

“Emily,” Derian murmured gently. “I’m so terribly sorry.”

Emily blinked the searing pain of memory away. “A car came for me, from the embassy. My father worked for the foreign office. My father and my sister Pam were taken to the trauma center. I didn’t know about my mother until I got to the hospital. Even then it took hours for anyone to tell me anything.”

“I can’t begin to imagine how horrifying that must’ve been.”

“I don’t have any other close family, and all my friends—” She shrugged. “Well, they were teenagers, and this was something no one knew how to deal with.”

“So you were alone.” Derian bit off the words, angry at something she couldn’t change but wished desperately she had been able to. That she could have somehow been there, to share some of the pain, to shield her somehow from the horror.

“Of course, people came from my father’s post to help me with the details, and looked after the bills and insurance, things like that. I don’t remember. I didn’t really even pay any attention. I stayed with my best friend’s family at first.”

She hadn’t realized she was cold, hadn’t realized Derian had moved, until Derian handed her a hot cup of tea. Her fingers were numb on the cup. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to tell me the rest.”

Emily smiled weakly. “I want to, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.”

“My father never woke up. About ten days after the accident, he developed severe pulmonary complications. He died without ever knowing what happened, and part of me is almost glad. He would’ve so hated to be without Mother.” She grimaced. “I don’t know if that’s selfish of me or not.”

“There isn’t a selfish cell in your body.” Pain speared Derian’s heart. She couldn’t think of a single word that would be adequate solace, but Emily seemed to welcome her touch, and she needed to touch her just then. She clasped Emily’s hand again, cradled it in hers.

“Pam was in a coma for six weeks,” Emily said, her voice stronger now. “Severe brain contusion and, of course, many broken bones that eventually healed. But she…” She rubbed her eyes, brushed at the moisture there. “She suffered a severe brain injury and has never fully recovered. She’s not communicative and requires twenty-four-hour care.”

“In Singapore,” Derian said.

“Yes. I delayed coming to the States until she was released from the hospital and settled. Everyone—the doctors and social workers—felt she would do better if she remained in familiar surroundings.”

“And the long term?” Derian asked gently.

“Miracles happen, of course, and physically she’s still young and strong, but…” Emily sighed. “She’s likely to need a lifetime of round-the-clock care.”

“Moving her here is out of the question?”

“The immigration issues aside, I believe she knows and responds to the staff who have taken care of her since the beginning,” Emily said. “Plus, health care in Singapore is very good, if you can afford to pay for it. There was insurance money from my father, but, well, that doesn’t last forever. I’m lucky I have a wonderful job that I love, and that allows me to earn enough to take care of her.”

“So you help pay for her care,” Derian said. “You’re very remarkable.”

“No, not at all. She’s my sister.” Emily flushed. “I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wished that my life was less complicated. I was angry for a very long time, at everyone. But I had no one really to blame. That’s the worst of it, having no one to blame.”

“Say what you will,” Derian murmured, “but I find you amazing.”

As warmth spread through her, Emily marveled at how special Derian could make her feel. For the moment, she’d let herself believe it.

Chapter Fourteen

A woman in a blue scrub suit with a wrinkled paper mask hanging around her neck turned the corner into the waiting room and stopped midway, glancing from Emily to Derian. “Ms. Winfield?”

Derian shot to her feet. “Yes?”

“I’m Louella Vix, the head cardiac OR nurse. Dr. Armstrong wanted me to give you an update.”

“Is everything all right?”

The nurse nodded. “Yes, the case is going perfectly. The doctor is just starting the last anastomosis. It will be at least another hour and a half before your aunt is headed to the recovery room, and midafternoon at the earliest before you’ll be able to see her.” She smiled. “I thought you might want to take a break. Go get something to eat. We have your number, don’t we?”

“Yes,” Derian said.

“Then if you’re not here when the doctor finishes, we’ll be sure someone calls you.”

“We’ll be here.” Derian wasn’t leaving anything to chance, and if positive energy played any role in fate, she intended to give it all she had.

“All right then. We’ll be out as soon as we’re finished.”

She left as quickly as she had come and Derian turned to Emily. “Are you hungry?”

“Not really,” Emily said. “These places always seem to take my appetite away.”