Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

it."

    "I think she should be tested and Robbie as well. She obviously was transfused before she ever conceived him. If I'm correct, Mr. Martinelli, time is of the essence to get treatment for them both, particularly Robbie. I'd like to call their doctor if you don't mind and arrange things immediately."

    "I don't want to put them through a lot of tests again and then have the doctors say they have no idea."

    "Chagas is present in eighteen countries on the American continent. In the early eighties, over seventeen million people were infected. Even now with all the work being done to eradicate the problem we see between seven hundred to eight hundred thousand new cases per year. I'm telling you, I've seen this over and over. Get them to the hospital and get treatment started. If you let me use your phone, I'll speak with their doctor and we can get things rolling."

Chapter Seventeen

    "OKAY, woman," Tyson said, as he unlocked the door to the enormous glass front house, "I was very impressed."

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    "It wasn't all that difficult. I've seen Chagas's disease many times, and when I touched Mrs. Martinelli, I knew she was having heart problems. It wasn't such a big jump, especially since I knew Ed often went to foreign countries doing wild things with you. I was thinking foreign diseases as soon as he told me about his wife."

    "You thought about trying to heal them," Tyson said, holding open the door, waiting for her to make the move to go inside. "Just like you wanted to do with Jonas."

    "I was giving Jonas a boost, it isn't the same thing."

    He made a huffing sound, which Libby ignored as she forced herself to step over the threshold. It was utterly silly to feel exposed in the house, but she did. She had loved the property from the first moment Tyson had driven her along the winding driveway and the first glimpse of the house had been breathtaking. It meant even more to her that he had found the place himself and purchased it for her. She wanted to feel safety and peace, instead of the current heart-pounding fear that someone was watching their every move.

    "I did think about it, but you gave me your best imitation of intimidation and I was able to be sensible."

    His eyebrow shot up. "Imitation? I scare everyone at the lab with that look. A little more respect, Drake."

    "I thought if you kissed me, you couldn't call me Drake anymore."

    "Are you angling for a kiss?"

    "Yes."

    "Well, then, why didn't you just say so?" He caught her chin in his hand to lift her face to his. She felt the long slow kiss all the way to her toes. Her reluctance to enter the house faded away instead of increasing as she thought it might. Every time he touched her, the world fell away so that she could only feel the ebb and flow of passion, and a rush of love so deep it shook her. She hadn't known she was falling that hard.
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    years of watching him, thinking about him, she had tied herself to him without even knowing.

    When he lifted his head, she stared up at him feeling a little bemused. "That book you read on kissing?
    I'd like a copy."

    "You kiss just fine, baby."

    "I was going to frame it and hang it on the wall over the fireplace in a place of honor. In fact, let's keep the entire collection of your 'how to' books on the shelf where we can refer to them often."

    He grinned at her. "I like the idea." Tyson gestured toward the living room.

    Libby took a breath, forced air through her lungs and walked through the cool marble entryway into the enormous glass living room. She halted abruptly. Where before the unfinished room had been a lovely but bare hardwood floor and plush throw rugs, now neat groupings of furniture filled the space, leaving openness, but eradicating emptiness. A long, wide couch curved around the corner in soft buttered leather.

    Several recliners and low slung coffee tables formed intimate, relaxing spaces. She halted abruptly.
    "Who did this?"

    He shrugged. "I picked out the furniture a while back and had it delivered yesterday. If you don't like it, you can have them take it back and pick something different. I just wanted to make the house seem more like a home than an empty building. And you won't have to worry about voyeurs. Sarah put in an alarm