Forbidden Legacy by Mari Carr

victims from that church fire were brought here. I was wondering if a Jon Myers was admitted.”
    “And who are you?”
    “I’m his son. I was out of town until this morning and I just heard about the fire. My dad goes to that church and he’s not answering his phone. I’m sort of freaking out because I heard a man had been killed. The authorities aren’t releasing the man’s name.”
    She smiled sympathetically, feeling guilty for her suspicions. “I don’t remember a Jon Myers, but let’s check, shall we?”
    She walked over to the admissions desk and asked the nurse to do a search.
    Nurse Cochran shook her head. “There’s no one here by that name, but some of the victims were transported to Mass General as well. Would you like me to call?”
    The man nodded gratefully.
    “I need to get back to work,” Alexis said. “I hope you find your father soon. And not in the hospital.”
    The man shook her hand. “Thank you so much, Dr.—”
    “Jenner. I’m Dr. Alexis Jenner.”
    “Ryan Myers. I appreciate your help.”
    Alexis left Ryan with the nurse and continued down the corridor to the doctors’ lounge, hoping to grab a few minutes of peace and quiet before starting her rounds. Between treating her own patients and helping with the burn victims, she was running low on energy. She grabbed a quick shower, donned fresh clothes and had only just poured herself a cup of coffee when she knew her plans for the rest of the day were foiled.
    “Why are you still here?”
    Alexis glanced over her shoulder to find Michael standing in the doorway. Since their interlude on the hospital bed, Alexis had begun studying his face more closely than she had in the past, making constant comparisons between him and Harrison.
    Michael was a couple of inches taller than Harrison, standing at least six foot four, and his sandy-blond hair was in direct contrast to Harrison’s salt and pepper. Both men were trim, physically fit. She attributed that to their trips to the gym and weekly racquetball games.
    They both had an air about them that commanded respect. When they spoke, people listened. And while Michael was quicker to laugh, Harrison possessed a quiet sense of humor that produced the sexiest lines by his eyes whenever he smiled.
    They were different in so many regards and yet, as she’d discovered over dinner the other night, both men spoke to her on a deeper level—emotionally and physically. While she wasn’t so naïve to believe a woman couldn’t be attracted to more than one man at a time, she’d never imagined acting on those desires. Now, it was all she could do to keep from crossing the room and throwing herself into Michael’s arms.
    She sighed tiredly. “I’m here because there are patients who need attention. I hope to God they find the son of a bitch who set that fire because I’d really love to kick him in the balls.”
    Michael’s face was sober, his expression tight. “How is Gunner Wells doing?”
    “The FBI guy? He’s much better today. Dr. Rogers took him off the oxygen this morning. He’s breathing well enough that he doesn’t need to be intubated any longer. The newspaper is calling him a hero. They said there would have been a lot more fatalities if he hadn’t managed to break down that door so the congregation could escape.”
    Michael nodded. “I’m glad he’s better.”
    Alexis suspected Michael knew more about the situation than he was saying. She wasn’t sure why she felt that way, but she’d noticed him and Harrison talking in hushed voices in the corridor on several occasions since the fire. They’d also paid a couple of visits to Gunner, showing up with a man they’d introduced to her as Price Bennett.
    She wracked her brain, trying to recall some of the details Harrison had shared with her in regards to the Trinity Masters when he’d first asked her to join. She understood the organization believed in strengthening society by improving culture, education, technology, even