Free Healing Love: Saints Protection & Investigation by Maryann Jordan

response of the others moving away. Since no one knew what might be wrong with the agents he brought in, he hoped to keep the others away as well.
    Miriam noticed the driver as he swayed slightly and she instinctively moved toward him. Pulling out clean gloves from her pocket, she snapped them on quickly before approaching him. Standing closely, she leaned her head way back to look into his face, noting the grime kept her from telling if he were pale or flushed.
    “Are you alright? Do you need to lie down?” Speaking in the broken Spanish that she was picking up.
    He grunted his response, “ Sí .”
    Nodding, she placed her hand on his arm to lead him inside the tent, immediately noting the muscles bunching underneath her fingertips. Feeling a tingle travel up her arm, she quickly removed her hand. “Come,” she said, waving her hand in the universal sign to follow. She moved inside the tent, hearing him directly behind her. Just as she was about to give him one of the free beds, Dr. Villogas approached.
    He spoke to Cam in rapid Spanish while Miriam stood by in confusion. She watched as the two men’s eyes moved over to the agents and she realized that the driver was being questioned as to what had happened.
    She turned her attention to Dr. Villogas as he finished talking to see what his instructions were.
    “He says the men came to the camp and became ill, throwing up. I’m putting them in quarantine until we know exactly what’s going on.”
    “What about this man?” she asked, wondering where to put him.
    “He’ll need quarantining also, but not here. Not with the agents.”
    She had seen the hierarchy of care given to the ill and injured. The cartel’s higher echelon members were given priority and treated at one of the buildings that had been turned over for their medical care. The lower members were treated at the makeshift infirmaries. And the workers from the fields…the lowest of care was given.
    Biting her tongue, she said, “But he’s been here, so if he’s carrying something shouldn’t we treat him here? Why send him somewhere else where he could spread an infection?”
    She saw the thoughts churning in Dr. Villogas’ mind so she pressed her suit further. “He did just possibly save the lives of two agents. I’d hate to see that go unrewarded and have him end up spreading his disease elsewhere.”
    Finally giving a terse nod, Dr. Villogas agreed. “Put him in the back of the tent. No, there’s a spare tent behind this one. Put him in there. If he’s well, that’ll be good enough. If he becomes sick, he’s still away from the rest of us. And if he dies, so be it.”
    With that, he turned and stalked away and it did not miss Miriam’s attention that Sharon was right where the doctor was heading.
    She did not realize how long she had been standing, staring at the retreating doctor’s back when a voice directly behind her startled her.
    “ Señorita ?”
    Jumping, she looked back up at Cam and saw him sway slightly. “ Perdón . I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “Come,” she said once more, this time leading him around to the back of the tent.
    Cam could not believe his luck. Jesus, if this will only last, he thought. For right now, he was going to get a tent to himself and access to this woman. Gotta make this work. Gotta get this right.
    He followed her to the small tent and passed her as she stood holding the door flap open. He stepped inside before turning to stare at her once more. It appeared that she had gone into nurse-efficiency-zone.
    “Clean clothes for you. Put them on,” she spoke haltingly, holding up a pair of drawstring pants and t-shirt. “ La ropa ,” she reiterated, as he took the clothes from her hands.
    Sliding his fingers along hers, he noticed her jerking her eyes up to his as her brow knit in confusion. Fuck, she’s gonna think I’m a pervert, he realized as she backed up a step. Keeping his gaze neutral, he watched as she relaxed slightly.
    She walked over