Where did you say your clinic is?â
Neshi went to the fire and warmed his hands. Immaculate hands, large like Meicalâs, only darker. âI didnât say.â
He said it with such finality that Caroline got the idea she wasnât to ask him again. âAnd youâre his familyâs physician?â
âThey put him in my care to avoid having to commit him.â
Commit him? Caroline opened her mouth to scoff at Neshi, but all she could think of was the enormous strength and out-of-control rage sheâd witnessed in Meical when heâd attacked Hicks.
She sank down to sit beside Meical and took his hand. Extending one crutch to fork the blanket up from thehearthrug, she spread it over him. If he had turned out to be alone, really and truly, she could have helped him. But family ties meant connections, and connections meant she could be found.
Yet her compassionâand every inch of her bodyâscreamed, Do it. Help him. Take him. Claim him.
What was she thinking? She absolutely would not, could not get involved. She rubbed her temples, feeling dazed. The fireâs heat reached her, hotter than it should be.
Trust him. You want to. You need to. Give in.
The glow from the flickering flames danced in Meicalâs golden hair, and his pale skin took on a swarthy copper look. His luscious mouth parted. In repose, he looked so sensitive. So in need. A weakness stole through her, bringing thoughts that made her face burn.
She hadnât thought of making love to anyone since Riveraâs men had attacked her. Loving someone was a haven sheâd never know again. It wasnât fair to Meical to pin her attraction on him. She couldnât follow through, and he obviously had enough of his own concerns.
She rose and sat down in her armchair to put some distance between them. âTell me what heâs been through, Doctor. What caused his problems?â
âMeical has lived with one foot in darkness and one foot in light, and between the two, he feels constantly called to return to something old and long ago.â Neshi leaned against the mantel and ran a finger over her paperbacks. âHe remains caught there, somewhere in his past. His grasp on the here and now is such that it wasonly a matter of time before he suffered a breakdown. Heâs emotionally unpredictable and subject toâ¦an unusual psychosis.â
Unusual psychosis? Sheâd helped patients through everything in the book. How unusual could it be? There was something Neshi wasnât telling her.
âCome on, you know as well as I do heâs suffering from posttraumatic stress disorder. He has all the symptoms. And donât talk to me about his grasp on reality because thatâs more a matter of being oversensitive to emotion than a mental imbalance. Heâs trying to escape something, yes, but PTSD doesnât just happen out of the blue. Meical has been through a crisis of some kind. What happened to him?â
âI think it would disturb Meical for me to discuss that with you. Heâs done things, you see, things heâs not proud of.â
Like nearly kill people? Would he have killed Mr. Hicks if she hadnât been there to stop him? Caroline sighed. âHas he tried group therapy? Iâve seen it alleviate some of the struggle with PTSD.â
Neshi shook his head. âHe doesnât play well with others.â
That didnât surprise her. Caroline looked down at Meical again. She could help him. She knew she could. Trauma was her specialty. Not to mention the fact that she understood Meicalâs response to whatever heâd been through. He was an empath. Empaths were, by their very nature, emotionally sensitive and reality-challenged.
But there were a hundred reasons why volunteering her services would be a stupid mistake. Burke wasonly one. The best reason of all was Meical himself. She didnât need to encourage herself in his direction. To say that she