The Tycoon's Proposition. Rebecca Winters

shook his head.

      “You mean you’re the head of the company here?”

      Contact at last!

      Ben nodded as he gazed into her expressive eyes. They widened in incredulity. Their heavenly blue color reminded him of Texas bluebonnets which flowered every spring at the ranch.

      With her dark-blond hair cut in a kind of windswept shag, and a mouth shaped like a heart when she was pondering something serious, she looked utterably adorable to him.

      “But if that’s true, how is it possible no one’s looking for you of all people? Captain Ortiz never said anything about the head of your company disappearing. It doesn’t make sense! But that doesn’t matter right now. The important thing is that you’re alive and on the road to recovery.”

      He watched helplessly as she bit the soft underside of her lip. What he’d give to taste such an enticing mouth.

      “I’ll call Martha Shaw and tell her you’re here so she can let your family know.”

      No! Lord, no. Not Martha.

      He moaned, then lifted his hand in the air. Unfortunately his blond angel of mercy wasn’t paying any attention to him.

      Stunned over her discovery, Terri grabbed for her purse to get the secretary’s number. When she found the paper she’d written it on, she hurried over to the wall phone at the head of the bed.

      Using her phone card, she made the call. This time it took six rings before the other woman answered.

      “Martha Shaw speaking.”

      “Ms. Shaw? This is Terri Jeppson.”

      “Yes, Terri. How is your husband?”

      “I believe he’s all right, but I haven’t seen him yet. There’s another reason I’m calling.” She struggled for breath.

      “You sound upset. What’s wrong?”

      “The man the hospital thought was my husband has turned out to be someone else. The trouble is, his throat was burned and he can’t talk. However I discovered a way to communicate with him. He says his name is Benjamin Herrick.”

      After a long silence, “Ben is the patient?” She sounded as shaken as Terri.

      “Yes. I need to inform the police, but I thought you should be told first so you can get in touch with his family and co-workers. Naturally he’s had no visitors.

      “The thing is, today’s his fourth day in here. Though he’s been getting excellent treatment, it has to have been a ghastly experience for him not being able to talk or explain who he really was.”

      Ben heard the tremor in Terri Jeppson’s appealing voice. The woman’s compassion for his plight—never mind the fact that she was still waiting for word about her ex-husband—touched him in places he hadn’t known existed.

      “How bad is he?” Martha asked in a pain-filled whisper. “Don’t spare me.”

      Terri’s hand tightened on the receiver. The other woman sounded like she’d taken the news personally, almost as if…

      “Actually the doctors have assured me he’s going to be fine.” Without hesitation she told the secretary everything Dr. Fortuna had related to her.

      “Thank God he wasn’t killed. I’ll let his family know at once.”

      “Tell them he’s at San Lorenzo Hospital, Room W621. There’s no use anyone phoning his room. He won’t be able to use his voice for several more days. But I’m sure either Dr. Dominguez or Dr. Fortuna will be happy to discuss his condition if the family will call the sixth floor nursing station.”

      “I’ll convey the message. Terri?” There was a hint of pleading in her tone. “Would you put the phone to Ben’s ear so I can say something to him before we hang up?”

      The woman was in love with him. Terri could hear it in her voice.

      “Yes. Of course.”

      She turned in his direction.

      “Mr. Herrick?”

      Ben groaned. Now that Terri knew his identity, he could tell she no longer felt as free to treat him the way she had earlier when she’d believed he was alone in the world and lost… Damn the situation.

      “Ms. Shaw wants to say something to you.”

      Bile rose in his throat. Martha had no shame. She would use anyone to get what she wanted, but there wasn’t anything he could do about the situation right now. He nodded to Terri.

      With great care she placed the hearing end of the receiver next to his ear and left it there. He saw how she purposely looked away from his eyes to give him some privacy. She did everything right. He was utterly charmed by her.

      “Ben? I hope you can hear me. It’s Martha! Thank God you’re all right!” she cried in a tear-filled voice. “I’ve been trying to reach you for a week at least. When you didn’t return my calls, I knew something was wrong. But I thought it was because you were angry over the letter I wrote you a while ago.”

      Repulsed would be a better word.

      “As soon as we hang up, I’ll tell Creighton so he can phone your parents. When they hear what’s happened, they’ll be down to bring you back to Houston for a recuperation period. I’d give anything in the world to do it myself, but I know I don’t have that right. At least not yet.”

      Yet?

      “Oh, Ben,” she whispered emotionally. “I can’t wait to see you. It’s been so long. I know what a terrible mistake I made, but don’t you think I’ve been punished long enough?”

      Her tears were wasted on Ben who’d become conscious of the wonderful peach scent coming from Terri’s hand as she held the phone close to his ear.

      Those soft, feminine hands had brought his body so much pleasure, the endorphins they’d produced had blotted out any pain he’d been feeling. He’d never wanted her to stop.

      “Please, Ben—when we see each other again, tell me we can work things out. I’ve always been in love with you. You know it’s true! There’s so much I want to say to you.”

      Ben couldn’t get rid of Martha fast enough. Frustrated as hell, he lifted his left hand so Terri would realize he wanted her to hang up the phone. He had information to give her about her ex-husband.

      Terrie saw his left arm go up. She imagined Ms. Shaw had said what she’d wanted to say.

      Putting the phone to her own ear she said, “Ms. Shaw?”

      “I wasn’t finished talking,” the other woman snapped.

      “I’m sorry, but Mr. Herrick signaled me that he was tired. Perhaps if you waited until tomorrow to call again, he’ll have more strength.”

      Ben nodded, letting Terri know she’d said the right thing.

      “Do you think he heard me?” There was that pleading sound in Martha’s voice again. Something was going on here, but it wasn’t any of Terri’s business.

      “Yes, of course.”

      “Thank you for phoning me, Terri. I’ll inform everyone who needs to know. Please don’t hesitate to call if there’s any help you require with your travel plans. I hope everything’s all right with your husband.”

      “Me, too. Goodbye, Ms. Shaw.”

      She hung up the phone before walking around the other side of the bed to the table where she’d left her purse.

      Mr. Herrick made a couple of sounds. If she didn’t miss her guess, he didn’t want her to go yet. She rushed over to his side.

      “I have to get back to the hotel and phone Captain Ortiz.”

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