Every Breath You Take (Second Opportunities 4)

was Dutch, and I may have gotten most of it wrong—” he said, but the screech of automobile brakes behind them made them both turn sharply, just in time to see the dog bounding across the drive between cars, followed closely by a golf cart with the two gardeners in it. The golf cart stopped safely at the curb and an arriving taxi stopped in time, but a departing taxi was accelerating on the other side of the median, and Kate screamed a warning to the dog. Max swerved at the sound of her voice and tried to run to her instead. The taxi hit him.

Kate was out of the car, running, before the taxi driver got out of his vehicle. Mitchell caught up with her and grasped her arm. me take a look first,” he insisted.

want to help,” Kate cried frantically, trying to wrench free of his grasp. go of my arm.”

Stunned that she wanted to subject herself to what could be a gory scene, Mitchell let her go and quickened his pace to keep up with her.

When Kate rushed around the front of the taxi, her fear turned into anguish. Max’s still body was lying on its side, his head against the curb, his eyes closed. Kneeling next to him, she felt frantically for a pulse at his throat. She found it and relief flooded through her. ’s alive,” she said quickly, “but we need help.” Lifting her head, she looked toward the bellmen and gardeners who’d gathered into a group next to the taxi driver and Mitchell. a veterinarian right away,” she told the hotel’s employees.

One bellman looked blankly at the gardeners and then the other bellman. veterinarian?” he repeated as Kate began tentatively examining the bleeding cut on Max’s head.

animal doctor,” Mitchell clarified impatiently in English, then again in Dutch.

The gardeners were aghast at the suggestion; the bellmen were obstinate. , miss, no doctor,” one of them said. ’ll take care of the dog, you go now and enjoy your evening.” He said something in Dutch to his companions and the group of men moved forward.

Their shadow fell across Kate just as she realized how they were likely to care of” a large, destructive, unconscious animal that was an annoying nuisance to adult hotel guests and a terrifying threat in the minds of some of their children. do you intend to do?” she asked stubbornly.

’re going to drag him off the road now so the cars can get through, and then we’ll take him away.”

!” Kate said with an adamant shake of her head. shouldn’t be moved. The cars can go around him. He may have spinal injuries or broken bones.” They didn’t care one bit about any of that, she realized, so she appealed urgently to the man she’d promised to take to dinner. have to help him!”

Mitchell gazed at her beautiful face and realized she expected him to agree it was imperative to save the life of a mangy, homeless, mongrel dog. And, suddenly, he did agree—although it was her eyes and not the dog that caused him to come to that conclusion. Inwardly amused by the effect those beseeching green eyes were having on him, Mitchell said solemnly, ’ll see what I can do.”

The doorman smiled politely as Mitchell approached. evening, Mr. Wyatt.”

Mitchell assumed the doorman would have witnessed the scene in the driveway, so he ignored the greeting, refrained from giving explanations, and tackled the problem: dog is badly injured. Where’s the nearest animal doctor?”

’s one here on Anguilla, but he will be closed by now.” As proof that it was quite late, he glanced meaningfully at the setting sun.

Having already anticipated that would be his answer, Mitchell strode past him into the lobby and headed for the front desk, where two couples were waiting to check in and another man was asking for directions. When he was halfway across the lobby, the manager emerged from a side door, saw Mitchell, and rushed forward to greet him. . Wyatt!” he exclaimed delightedly.

Mitchell reached into his pocket.

didn’t realize you’d booked reservations with us,” the manager said, holding out his hand for a handshake. ’ve been busy with our new assistant manager because he’ll be in charge for the next week. I have to make an emergency trip to the States tomorrow, and he’s quite overwhelmed, I’m afraid.”

Mitchell clasped the manager’s outstretched hand and slipped a $100 bill into his palm. ’m glad you’re still here tonight, Maurice, because there’s been an automobile accident in the hotel driveway that requires your special attention.”

, no! Is anyone hurt?”

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of our guests?”

, one of your stray dogs,” Mitchell said, already striding toward the telephone on the front desk with Maurice rushing along beside him. need an ambulance and a physician here immediately.”

. . . you want me to send for an ambulance and a physician because a stray dog has been injured out there?”

In reply, Mitchell picked up the telephone and held the receiver toward the flustered manager. want them to come as fast as they possibly can. I’mextremely fond of this particular dog.”

The manager took the receiver, pressed one button on the telephone, and hesitated. ’ll refuse to treat a dog.”

to their humane instincts,” Mitchell said drily as he withdrew cash from his pants pocket and began peeling off large bills to cover whatever inducement the ambulance driver and physician demanded before they’d make the trip.

The manager watched him a moment, then quickly dialed the rest of the ambulance’s phone number.

Mitchell stayed until that call and the one to the physician were both successfully completed; then he left the money” with the manager to dole out to the recipients.

Kate Donovan was in clear view across the driveway when he emerged from the hotel. The taxi driver had left in his taxi, the bellmen and gardeners had dispersed, and she sat alone on the grass, in the median beside the curb next to the dog, with her legs curled beneath her. Captured in the glow of torchlight, with her red hair a silken mantle across her shoulders and her hand gently stroking the injured dog, she looked ethereal.

She looked up as Mitchell neared, searching his face for a clue as to what he’d accomplished.

is on the way,” he promised, crouching on his heels beside her. ’s the patient?”

She shifted her attention to the dog as she answered, her fingers gently stroking the animal’s shoulder. breathing seems a little stronger and more regular. I can’t feel any broken bones, and his cuts aren’t deep, but he may be hemorrhaging internally. He started to come around a few minutes ago, or at least I thought he did.” She fell silent, and Mitchell said nothing more because he was listening for a particular sound. He heard it very soon—a siren growing louder and louder.