large enough to hold lab equipment would likely be large enough to hide boxes of weapons.
Lachlan stared into space, chasing a vague memory. The businessman who’d signed the loan papers was the same one Dr. Kirk had mentioned as donating the MP3 players. No one familiar to Lachlan. But he thought he might have seen SN Investments in one of WAR’s reports about funding for the rebels. He pulled out his palm-sized digital camera—his sat phone couldn’t take pictures—and started snapping photos of all the documents. When he had the chance, he’d use his notebook laptop to upload the photos to WAR’s secure server.
He’d just slipped the camera back into his pocket when the door opened and Dr. Kirk stormed in.
“Get. Out. Of. My. Office.” She slapped closed the folder he was looking at.
He rose to his feet, which put him nearly flush against her. Anger reddened her cheeks and her breath came out in furious pants. His body tightened with arousal. He wondered if she’d respond as fiercely to his touch if he slid his fingers across her cheek, cradled her head in his hands, and kissed her.
Shocked by the intensity of his response, he scowled at her.
Wariness replaced Dr. Kirk’s anger. Dropping her gaze to her desk, she backed up two steps, which had the effect of sparking his temper. He wrestled both his temper and the urge to kiss her under control, then nodded at the folder. “My boss will be very interested to know that you’re in debt to this paragon of a business man you keep speaking of. Tell me, why did you need such a large infusion of cash?”
“That’s—” The alarm on Dr. Kirk’s watch beeped. She checked the clock on the wall, then cursed. Pushing past him, she quickly refiled the folder and locked the drawer, giving him a pointed look of warning as she pocketed the key. Then she tossed her lab coat over the desk chair and headed toward the door.
CHAPTER FOUR
CRAP . HELEN SHOULD have told Leticia to leave her files in the underground storage room today. Now she had to think up some way to spin the loan to MacKay so that he didn’t torpedo the clinic’s chances of attracting investors.
“I don’t have time for this now,” she said. “I have a health education class to teach. Please, get out of my way.” She met MacKay’s eyes and took a step forward.
He gave her a mocking half-bow and moved aside.
Excellent. Keeping her head up, she strode into the corridor and toward the front door. MacKay, damn him, trailed behind her like her own personal thundercloud.
“Xetsa,” she called out to the receptionist, “I’m heading to the women’s health class. Tell Leticia that we’re also going over the display for the festival, so if I’m not back in time, she should close up.”
“Yes, doctor. What about the workers?”
“Either Leticia or Theodora should approve the work before they are allowed to leave. But hopefully I’ll be back in time.”
Helen nodded to a woman seated in the waiting area with her three children. They exchanged greetings in the local language, then Helen thanked the woman for bringing the children in for their follow-up shots with Theodora. The littlest one peered curiously at MacKay from the other side of her mother as the older ones stared at him with suspicion.
MacKay certainly didn’t make a good first impression. In fact, if he’d looked at her yesterday with the same heat he’d just shown in her office, she might have given in to her instincts and shot him. She didn’t want to be aware of him as a sexy man. She couldn’t afford any type of distraction right now. Luckily, his imposing presence reminded her of the threat he posed, so her blip of arousal was quickly buried beneath her annoyance and desire to be rid of him as soon as possible.
Knowing that the clinic, at least, was in good hands, Helen hurried to the SUV and got behind the wheel. With the debris from the storm, there was no telling how long it would take to drive up to the former