Free Millionaire M.D. by Jennifer Greene Page A

really unhappy and worried about something.”
    â€œI had the same impression,” Justin agreed. “In fact, I tried to talk to him at our Texas Cattleman’s Club shindig.” But then he’d gotten caught up watching Winona dance. Watching Win smile. Watching Win breathe. And that fast, she stole into his mind all over again. Memories snapped into his mind, of her holding the baby, and then of her holding…him. Kissing him. Coming alive in his arms in a way he’d never believed could happen.
    The plane-crash scene, though, slapped him back to reality. And Matthew was still talking about Aaron Black.
    â€œI tried to talk to him the night of the party, too, but then he got dancing with that plain-faced teacher with the sweet smile. What’s her name? Pamela?”
    â€œPamela Miles,” Justin affirmed. He remembered her, notfrom the night of the party so much, but from treating her the morning after the plane’s emergency landing. “She was on this plane flight, in fact. Headed to be an exchange teacher in Asterland—at least before the crash.”
    â€œWell, she sure didn’t have her mind on teaching that night. I’d never guess that Aaron would go for that kind of gal, but they were sure glued closer than peanut butter and jelly for a while there. Anyway, I never got a chance to ask him anything about his job. He left early the night of the party. And in the meantime…”
    In the meantime, all three of them fell abruptly silent as they slowly walked through the plane. Justin glanced at the other two men, but the view seemed to disturb all of them the same way. The whole group had been here the morning of the crash landing. Justin remembered it well. He’d gotten the phone call, driven here like a bat out of hell, saw the smoke billowing out, hurled out of his car and started working. He’d been a doctor that morning. Nothing else. Trauma medicine used to be his adrenaline flow, his heartbeat.
    It wasn’t anymore.
    He couldn’t let it be.
    But the morning of the crash, for damn sure, all he’d seen were the passengers, their injuries, their frightened faces. Now the silence was eerie and the devastation inside the plane as frightening as a bomb site.
    â€œHell. What a mess,” Matthew muttered.
    â€œIt could have been worse.”
    â€œA ton worse.” Dakota’s gaze riveted on the cockpit, with which he was obviously more familiar than either of the others. “You saw more of this than any of us, Justin.”
    â€œBecause I was inside right after the crash? Yeah, I suppose. But I only saw people. Patients. It’s all I was looking for or looking at. I never gave a second look to anything about the plane.”
    â€œWell, let me fill you both in on what I know. This is where the fire started…” Dakota motioned, and then motioned again, “Robert Klimt was sitting here. And Lady Helena across the aisle there. Not surprisingly, those two were hurt worse than anyone else on the flight.”
    The three of them had a passenger list and a diagram showing where each person had been seated, but Justin couldn’t keep his eyes off the plane’s interior. The overhead compartments were all yawning open, debris spilled all over the aisles and seats. No one had been allowed to recover their personal belongings yet. The fire had left a gaping hole with black char climbing the walls and the carpet still seeping and stinking from the water and extinguisher chemicals.
    â€œAs bad as it is, it’s still like looking at a miracle,” Matthew said soberly. “I don’t know how anyone walked away from this. It’s too damn easy to imagine everyone being killed, the whole thing up in flames.”
    â€œYeah. If this was the act of a terrorist, I hope to hell we get him. And soon.”
    For a moment Justin couldn’t speak. His fingertips went ice cold, the way they did when he woke up from