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have they
taken her? Do you know?" He cupped her chin to focus her attention on him,
and some of her anxiety fled.
    "I … I don't know. She didn’t
say. It's an emergency, so I guess our local one, but they wouldn't have the
expertise to deal with her."
    "Is she not under the care of
Great Ormond Street? Alice, focus. Is she or isn’t she? Because if she is, they
will be transferring her there. "
    The calm words made sense, yet they
didn't. How did he know that?
    "I can have us there in half an
hour. I just need to make some phone calls. Get yourself dressed and meet me in
the hall way. Can you do that for me?"
    "What? I mean … yes I can, but I
don't understand. You're helping me?"
    Lakota's harsh laugh settled over her
like barbed wire, and his fingers dug painfully into her skin.
    "I told you before I'm not the
ogre you think me to be. She's your niece. Of course you need to be with her.
Lucky for you my money will make that happen."
    ****              
    His fingers were going numb in the
death grip Alice had on his hand, and he rubbed his thumb over the back of her
hand in a silent effort to reassure her. She'd been dressed and downstairs in
record time, so fast in fact that he'd only just beaten her. He doubted she'd
even brushed her hair in her haste to get dressed. It fell round her pale face
in enticing waves and ripples and tumbled halfway down her back, and he had to
suppress the urge to bury his hands in the fragrant mass and kiss the worry
lines off her face. Every time she moved the subtle fragrance of a summer's
meadow tickled his senses. In the artificial light of the helicopter her
expressive face looked so pale it was almost translucent. Her full lips set in
a grim line, she was barely holding it together.
    Her heartbeat was thundering under his
finger tips, and her breaths were too shallow.
    "Breathe, little Alice. You'll be
no good to either of them, if I have to carry you off here because you
fainted."
    His lips twitched in an amused smile
when she snatched her hand away and glared at him.
    "I have never fainted, and I am
not going to start now. And do not call me little Alice! I am not a
child."   Her voice sounded tinny and
lost over the head sets they were both wearing, and he clasped her hand back in
his, as the pilot started his descent towards St. James's park.
    "Trust me; I am very aware of
that fact."
    A brief flare of heat stained her
cheeks at his growled admission, before she screwed her eyes shut and shook her
head.
    "We're going to die." The
panicked screech hurt his ears, and the pilot chuckled.
    "Not on my watch, Miss."
    Sure enough, Jackson completed the
maneuver with his usual effortless skill, and Alice released the breath she'd
been holding in one fell swoop, when Lakota pulled her headset off.
    "Open your eyes, Alice. All safe
and sound on terra firma, sort of. I'll have you with Beth in just a few short
minutes."   He cursed silently at the
inconvenience of the renowned children's hospital not having its own helipad.
This time of night the drive would only take a few minutes, but it was still a
damn nuisance. "We'll be there in minutes, you'll see."
    If possible she went even paler, and
the rush of affection he felt toward her took him by surprise. She was
genuinely terrified, and had been ever since they'd approached the helicopter
back in his grounds in Hampshire, yet she'd bravely swallowed her fear and
climbed on board. It seemed nothing was going to stop her to see from seeing
her family, and some of his cynicism towards all womankind fled. He could
understand devotion to family better than most people. The fact that she'd
sought his money not for herself but for her family meant far too much to him.
    In fact, she had no idea that her
niece was already in the best possible care his money could buy. When Lakota
had read her file, he'd wasted no time contacting his golf buddy and old
friend, Spencer. Spencer Jamison not only sat on the charity committee for