Nothing was overdone about her, and he appreciated that. Her long, curly brown hair framed hernarrow face nicely. Her eyes were dark blue, and sparkled when she smiled. Her laugh wascatchy, irresistible. She had an all-American look, but not banal. She was a hard body but sheappeared so soft and feminine.
He'd watched other men hit on her studly students and even the occasional jaunty andridiculous professor. She didn't hold it against them, and he saw how she deflected them,usually with some kindness, some small generosity.
But there was always that devilish, heartbreaking smile of hers. I'm not available, it said.
You can never have me. Please, don't even think about it. It's not that I'm too good for you,I'm just ... different.
Kate the Dependable, Kate the Nice Person, was right on time tonight.
She always left the cancer annex between a quarter to eight and eight.
She had her routines just as he did.
She was a first-year intern at North Carolina University Hospital in Chapel Hill, but she'dbeen working in a co-op program at Duke since January. The experimental cancer ward. He knewall about Katelya Mctiernan.
She was going to be thirty-one in a few weeks. She'd had to work three years to pay for hercollege and medical-school expenses. She had also spent two years with a sick mother in Buck,West Virginia.
She walked at a determined pace along Flowers Drive, toward the multilevel Medical Centerparking garage. He had to move quickly to keep up with her, all the while watching her longshapely legs, which were a little too pale for his liking. No time for the sun, Kate?