Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

felt too much compassion, too much physical attraction and she was so annoyed she wanted to scream. No one in her life had ever torn her in so many directions. "If I needed treatment, I'd get it, Ty. And my sisters love me very much. They definitely would make certain I received any medical care needed." The moment the words left her mouth she thought of Hannah. She hadn't seen her sister losing weight and she certainly hadn't helped her.

    Tyson caught her chin, the pad of his thumb running over her lips. "Now you're looking sad. You have the most expressive face. I used to sit in class and stare at you. I could for hours, you know, even when you're looking at me like I'm crazy. Why are you so sad all of a sudden?"

    "I was just thinking I should have helped one of my sisters with a problem she has. She always looks after all of us and we didn't notice when she needed us most."

    He patted her knee. "Tell me what she needs and I'll take care of it for you."

    "Why would you want to do that?"

    "So you won't worry anymore."

    Libby shook her head. "I have no idea what to think about you, Ty. My family is my life. I've seen the way you curl your lip when you talk about us and I know you think we're all con artists. And then you go and say something like that." She drew a deep breath. "I love my sisters and my parents. They're part of me—a big part of who I am."

    "I know that." He sighed and stood up. Things hadn't gone at all the way he needed them to go. "Do you mind if I come back to see you again tomorrow? We can go for a walk."

    "Did you really go without eating or sleeping?"

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    "That's not nearly as important as the fact that I couldn't work. Nothing interferes with my work. Well, with the exception of you."

    He ran his hands through his hair again, leaving him looking more like a rumpled professor than ever. She pressed a hand to her stomach, not liking the feeling of her insides melting. "You couldn't work?"

    His eyes narrowed again, his gaze on her face. "You sound faint. Should I get your sister for you?"

    "You couldn't work because of me?" If he spouted a factoid instead of answering her, she might really name him as a candidate for a rocket to Mars. On the other hand, if he answered, she was going to do something stupid like kiss him again.

    "Damn it, no, I couldn't. Work is important to me. I don't need you doing this to yourself so I have to be obsessed over your health. You're a doctor, Libby, you should know better."

    There wasn't going to be any kissing. She raised her voice. "Sarah? Do we have any Tums in the house?"

    "You don't use too many antacids, do you? You certainly don't want to end up with kidney stones. The most common elements of calculi are calcium, oxalate, phosphate and uric acid."

    Libby turned her face away from him, afraid the laughter was far too close. He'd done it again. She doubted if he was even aware of it. "Thanks for that information. As a doctor, it's certain to come in handy."

    He frowned at her. "I'm going to let you rest, Libby. I need to actually get some work done, but I'm coming over tomorrow to take you for a walk."

    "How can you work when you have broken ribs?" Her palm brushed lightly over his ribs, generating that same heat he'd felt before when she touched him.

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    He covered her hand with his, held it tightly against him. "Not for the forestry. I have a lab in my basement and I've got a project I'm interested in."

    "Really?" Her face lit up with interest. "Tell me about it."

    "Tomorrow. I want to see if I can get anywhere tonight. Maybe now that I don't have to worry your sisters locked you in the tower and let you die, I can get something done." He stood up, reluctantly letting her hand go as he bent over her to brush a kiss on top of her head. "I'm coming over tomorrow, Libby, so tell the guardian to let me in."

    "If you're referring to my sister, her name is Sarah."

    "You have a lot of sisters." He strode out of the house, pausing at the door to look back at her.

    Libby could feel her heart beating way too fast. His expression was so—hungry. Caring. Longing. Even more than that, he looked protective of her.

    "You'd better get some rest."

    "I will, Ty," she assured him. When he closed the door she let out her breath, hardly realizing she was holding it.

    "Is he gone?" Sarah asked,