out contacts on the Internet tonight, call a couple of friends who might be able to help look into the adoption angle, and drop by the hospital and see if the administrator and Dr. Emery are there.â He paused. âTomorrow Iâd like to talk to your father and meet the Hood family.â
Nina gripped the armrest. âLetâs get started.â
Slade sighed. âNina, why donât you go home tonight and rest.â
âNo,â she said in a pleading tone. âI know this is difficult for you to understand, but I feelâ¦lost in that house alone right now.â
Hell, the trouble was he did understand. He knew how the silence could eat at you, how a personâs absence could feel like part of you had been ripped out. How the walls could scream at you with recriminations.
âAll right,â he said gruffly. âBut remember, we may not find anything.â
She took another sip of water, then wiped her mouth. âThanks. I appreciate your candor.â
âLet me talk to Derrick, then weâll head to the hospital.â He stood, then strode down the hall to McKinneyâs office.
Derrick was on the phone when he knocked, but ended the call and gestured for him to enter.
âI need to ask you a favor,â Slade said bluntly.
Derrick pointed to the chair beside his desk. âYouâre taking on the case for Nina Nash?â
Slade took the chair. âYes.â
Derrick frowned. âYou know that baby may not have survived.â
Sladeâs gut knotted. âI know. But after hearing Ninaâs story, itâs possible that someone could have kidnapped the baby in the chaos.â
Derrick folded his arms. âWhat can I do to help?â
âTalk to your wife, Brianna, for me.â
Derrick arched a brow. âHow do you know Bri?â
âI lived at Magnolia Manor when I was a teenager for a while. We met there. I heard sheâs a social worker now with an adoption agency.â
The realization of where he was headed dawned in Derrickâs eyes. âShe was,â Derrick said. âBut sheâs taken a leave of absence to stay home with the baby.â
âBut Brianna has contacts, right?â Slade asked.
âProbably.â Derrick narrowed his eyes. âYou know that adoption records are sealed?â
âYes, but Brianna must have a friend who can look back through files quietly. Ninaâs baby was premature,and had trouble breathing. Handling an adoption for a preemie with medical problems would be trickyâand memorable.â
âThatâs true,â Derrick said. âIâll talk to her and see if she can help.â
âLet me know if she finds a lead and Iâll look into it.â
Derrick agreed, and Slade thanked him and headed back to his office.
Nina was waiting when he returned, and she sat quietly as they drove to the hospital. That quiet strength roused his protective instincts.
Worse, her scent, some sweet fruity fragrance, stirred his desires.
But he tamped them down. Nina Nash was a case, nothing more. Slade would never give his heart to a woman. Loving and losing was too damn hard.
First his mother and sister. Then his menâ¦all the people heâd cared about and failed.
He veered into the hospital parking lot and parked, and they walked silently inside. He introduced himself to the receptionist. âIs your hospital administrator in?â
She frowned and checked the schedule. âDr. Lake has gone home for the day. Heâll be in tomorrow at nine.â
âHow about Dr. Emery?â
She punched in a number, spoke into the phone then turned to them. âHeâs with a patient, but you can go to his office on the second floor and wait there.â
âThanks.â Slade coaxed Nina to the elevator, noting the tense way she held her shoulders. When they passed the nursery, grief and a wistfulness settled in her blueeyes. Newborns filled the bassinets; pink