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minor burns and left him to the neurologist. Pamela Miles was also on that flight—”
    â€œI know, I know! She was headed overseas to be an exchange teacher in Asterland—did you see her, Justin? Do you know if she’s okay?”
    â€œI didn’t take care of her myself, but I heard she was basically fine. Lady Helena, though—”
    â€œSerious injuries?”
    â€œWell, not life-threatening. Complicated break in her ankle. And once she’s done with the bone man, for sure she’s going to be mine. She did get some burns—”
    â€œOh, God. She’s such a beautiful woman.”
    Justin couldn’t say more on Helena. For him to discuss a patient, any patient—he just never did. Not with anyone, even Winona. But he still hadn’t taken his eyes off her and didn’t want to give her the excuse to shoot past him. “Well, at this point, I think everyone on the flight’s been through here, checked out, even if they seemed to be fine. And the whole town was as shook up as the passengers on that flight, it seems like, because people were flooding in right and left.”
    â€œYou didn’t hear what caused the emergency landing, did you?”
    On that he had to lift his eyebrows. “I was just going to ask you that, Ms. Police Officer. If anyone had answers, I figure it would be the cops first.”
    â€œWell, normally I’d be elbowing my way to the middle of the mess from the start,” she admitted wryly, “but I got sidetracked.”
    When she lifted the corner of the pale pink flannel blanketfor him to get a peek, Justin finally figured out what the emotion was in her eyes. Fierceness. The fierce protectiveness of a mama lion for her cub, or a mama eagle for her eaglet. There was nothing strange about thinking of Win and motherhood, or of her wanting to be a mom, but it just hadn’t crossed his mind before what a major thing it might be for her. His knuckles—almost accidentally—brushed her hand when he touched the baby’s cheek.
    â€œDon’t tell me anyone hurt this darling, or I’ll have to go out and kill someone,” he said gently.
    Her voice melted. “Oh, God. Justin. That’s exactly how I felt. Isn’t she beautiful?”
    Considering she was swaddled up with nothing showing but about two inches of face and some blond spriggy hairs, Justin was hard-pressed to use the word beautiful. On the baby. “What’s the story?”
    â€œHer name’s Angel. I ran out my front door this morning, headed for the crash site—Wayne called me around seven in the morning—and there she was. In a basket on the doorstep. With a note saying her name was Angel and asking me, specifically, to take care of her.”
    Justin felt his pulse still. “This isn’t the first time you’ve had to handle an abandoned kid,” he said carefully.
    â€œNo, of course not. But this baby’s so young that obviously I had to bring her here first. I’m sure you know the beat. This day and age, a deserted baby could mean drugs or AIDS or all kinds of things in the child’s background—so before we can do anything else, we have to know the state of the child’s health for sure.”
    â€œAnd…?”
    â€œAnd Dr. Julian gave her a terrific bill of health. Just under three months old, he thought.”
    â€œSo, the next step is…?” He was watching her face, not the baby’s.
    â€œFinding the mother, of course. It’s not like Royal is that huge. And if anyone has a bird’s-eye view to kids in trouble,it’s got to be me in my job. So if anyone can track down the parents, I’ve got the best shot.”
    â€œUh-huh. And where will the baby go in the meantime?”
    Her head shot up. Blue eyes blazed on his. “I spent years in foster care,” she said belligerently.
    â€œI know you did.”
    â€œThe system’s overcrowded. Even