Page 14 of Diagnosis Attraction

“I’m in sales.”

“Why don’t you have that on your card?”

“I’m between jobs.”

Matt wanted to ask, “Then why have a card?” but he kept the question to himself.

Wilson gave Matt a penetrating look, and Matt had the feeling that he wanted to say, “You’re in big trouble if you don’t call.”

But he said nothing more.

The ringing of the phone woke Elizabeth, and when she looked outside, it was getting dark.

She hurried into the living room, hoping it might be Matthew Delano on the phone. But it sounded like Polly was talking to someone else. She had a pad of paper and a pencil in her hand and was writing something down.

When she hung up, she looked at Elizabeth. “A man came to the nursing station asking about you.”

“Who?”

“He said his name was Bob Wilson and that he’s your brother.”

“Bob Wilson,” she repeated, saying the name a couple of times aloud.

“Does that mean anything to you?”

“No, but that’s not surprising. I mean, nothing has come back to me except—” She stopped abruptly.

“Except what?”

“Except forthe part about my name,” she said, unwilling to relate that when Matthew Delano had touched her, a whole slew of memories had come flashing back to her. But telling Polly would sound strange. Really, she wouldn’t have believed it herself if it hadn’t happened to her.

And she didn’t want to make her benefactor think that Elizabeth Doe had lost her marbles as well as her memory.

“This Bob Wilson person spoke to someone at the hospital?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“Cynthia Price. She’s one of the other nurses on the floor. She heard me and Dr. Delano talking about my taking you home.”

Elizabeth felt her stomach knot. “But she didn’t tell him where I’d gone?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I asked her not to.”

“Why?”

“Because Dr. Delano and I both agreed that you’re in some kind of trouble, and it’s best to find out what it is before revealing your location.”

“Thank you,” she breathed, a feeling of relief settling over her.

In the next second, it popped into her head that the normal thing to do in this situation would be to call the police, but she dismissed that idea as soon as it surfaced. It simply didn’t feel right. Which was a hunch she didn’t like much.

She folded her arms across her chest and rubbed her upper arms.

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