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doctor paused, turned calmly back to face her. He indulged her with his warm and generous smile. “No, I’m an internist. But I do have some basic neurological and psychiatric training. I’m in David’s employ,” he explained.
    “Employ?”
    “Watson works for Rashid International, my company,” said David. “He sees to my employees in remote areas, and you’re damn lucky he was still around when you washed up.”
    Rashid International. Something pinged faintly in the back of her brain. There was something familiar about the name…as if she had a role to play with the organization. But that wasn’t possible…because then surely David and Watson would know who she was, wouldn’t they?
    A noise outside in the passage interrupted her thoughts. David heard it, too. He stilled, listened. And a grin spread slowly across his face. “Kamilah?” he called out. “Is that you lurking out there?”
    The silky, dark head of a child peered around the heavy door. Huge chocolate-brown eyes stared straight at her. They were the eyes of a beautiful and nervous deer, she thought as she studied the girl. She had velvet coffee-brown skin, and her hair, the same blue-black as David’s, hung thick below her slight shoulders.
    “Ah, as I suspected.” David held his hand out to the child. “Come on in, sweetheart.” He turned to face her. “This is my daughter, Kamilah. She discovered you on the beach. I believe she saved your life.”
    She looked from David to Kamilah and back. Saved her life? This child?
    Kamilah stepped cautiously into the room.
    A band of tension strapped tight across David’s chest as he watched his daughter edge toward the woman in his bed. Kamilah had not uttered another word since he’d brought her “mermaid” up from the beach, in spite of his best efforts to reengage her verbally.
    At first his heart had sunk. But her eyes had looked deep into his, giving him a rare window into her little soul. And in her eyes he’d read gratitude. That look alone had shifted the ground beneath his feet. And her small hand had held his so very tight when he’d brought her to see the “mermaid” in his bed once Watson had stitched her up.
    And when he’d kissed Kamilah’s soft dark head goodnight, she’d smiled, hugged him as if her little life depended on the contact. It had all been a precious slice of pure sunshine in a world that had been way too gray for way too long.
    But still, he couldn’t shake his feeling of unease as he watched Kamilah venture up to the woman’s bedside. He watched his daughter’s eyes widen in awe at the sight of the golden woman in his bed.
    “Hello, Kamilah.” The woman’s voice was suddenly soft. Melodious.
    “I guess I owe you a very big thank-you,” she said. “How on earth did you manage to find me in the storm?”
    She waited, expecting Kamilah to answer.
    The room went dead quiet. Expectancy hung thick in the air. David felt the muscles in his neck go stiff. Would she speak again?
    His daughter edged even closer to the bed. It had been a long, long time since David had seen such confidence in his baby. For the past two years, she’d all but coiled up in front of strangers. He tried to swallow against the odd mix of sensations in his throat. Would she speak in front of one now?
    “I…I was waiting for you,” Kamilah said so softly David thought he might have imagined the sound.
    “Waiting for me?”
    Kamilah’s dark head nodded. “For a long time.”
    Emotion exploded instantly into David’s chest. She’d spoken to a stranger! Just like that. When for the past two years she hadn’t been able to utter a word to him. A curious cocktail of relief and resentment began to churn in his stomach.
    “You were waiting for me?” the woman asked again, confusion knitting her brow. Her eyes flicked up, met David’s. He could see the unspoken question in them. But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t say a thing. She scrutinized him, then she turned her green eyes on