called this morning asking about two women who had been here to see Dr. Jones the first day the clinic had opened. Apparently the two young women had gone missing from Butte, and the last time they had been seen was leaving this very clinic and the reporter had wanted information to do a write-up about them. Shivering with fear, she prayed the women would be found. Nyssa’s heart went out to the families as they waited to hear if their daughters, sisters, and girlfriends were safe.
Just as that thought flitted through her mind the bell on the door tinkled and she looked up. The sheriff and a deputy entered the clinic. Given the circumstances of the disappearances, Nyssa didn’t have to wonder why they were here.
Nyssa was thankful that there were no patients currently waiting to see the doctor as she was questioned about the two women. Not that she was much help, since she hadn’t known them, but she told the local law enforcement that the women had come in together, each of them getting a routine checkup with Dr. Jones. She hoped that the information she gave would help in the search. Once they finished with her, they asked to see the doctor, so Nyssa picked up the phone.
“What is it, Nyssa? I’m busy,” Dr. Jones snapped.
Okay. What’s your problem? It’s not like you’re inundated with patients or anything.
“The sheriff and deputy would like a word with you.” Nyssa waited for a response and, when one wasn’t forthcoming, wondered why her skin tingled and goose bumps raced up and down her spine. The guy really gave her the willies.
“Well, send them in, then,” he said.
Nyssa hung up without replying to him. “Dr. Jones will see you now. It’s the first door on the right.”
With a nod, the two men walked down the hall. As she worked, she kept an eye on the clock. The time seemed to tick by slowly, and she realized that she was looking every minute. No wonder it was taking so long. She put her head down and concentrated on putting the finishing touches on the tables and spreadsheets she had been setting up. Half an hour later the two law officers left, and from the look of the sheriff’s clenched jaw and the deputy’s tight fists, neither of them liked Dr. Jones either. In a way she was glad. She had thought that she was being too picky or something.
The rest of the day passed quickly. There were still only a few patients, but at least there were some. She guessed that until word spread about the new clinic, things would be slow. Nyssa glanced up at the clock and saw it was 5:28 p.m. Only two minutes until she could finish up and then she was to have dinner with Mr. Linton Wade. Her palms began to sweat and her heart rate picked up. The thought of seeing such a handsome, rugged man again sent nervous energy throughout her body.
Should I really go? It’s not like I even know the man. God, Nyssa, what are you doing? Nyssa had been alone for so long she was used to taking care of herself, and it was very unusual for her to let anyone railroad her into doing something she didn’t want to do.
Well, that should be your answer, girl. You want to have dinner with Linton.
“Are you ready to go?”
Nyssa jumped at the deep voice across the room. She’d been so busy with her thoughts she hadn’t heard the bell on the door. Drawing in a deep breath, she looked up to see Linton standing in the doorway staring at her.
“Um—give me a minute while I shut down the computer and let my boss know I’m leaving.”
“Take your time, honey.”
Nyssa tried to hide the shudder the deep cadence of Linton’s voice caused as a shiver traveled up her body. She turned back to her computer. After making sure everything was saved, she shut her computer down and switched on the answering machine. Then she edged out from behind the counter and walked down the hall to Dr. Jones’s office. She knocked on the closed door.
“Yes, what is it?”
Nyssa was about to turn the door handle and stick her head in, but