Winner Takes All. Cheryl Harper
nice place. Lots of interesting history. The hot running water will be right up your alley.”
If he warned her about the traffic, protecting her valuables and being aware of her surroundings, Stephanie would mock him. He might deserve it. The dangers in Lima were much the same as in any big city and she’d been navigating Houston and Austin with two troublemakers at her side for years.
Stephanie pursed her lips and pushed away her empty plate. Instead of dragging in like a woman who’d spent most of the night on a plane, she seemed energetic. Full of life. She always had.
“Here’s the thing. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, but I’ve flown halfway around the world to satisfy the doubters back home, have a little adventure and, yes, leave you a big check.” Stephanie shook her head. “The question you have to ask yourself is how bad you want it. Bad enough to play tour guide for a couple of days?”
“I moved to Peru to avoid donor requests like this, Stephanie. You know I have important work to do. The drive up to Alto takes a full day, but there are stops to make along the way because there are people who need doctors, don’t have them and have no way to get to them. So I go to them. I’m too busy for a sightseeing trip.” He banged his hand against his bag. “By the time I make it to Alto, unload the medical supplies, hike out to all the villages that need attention and come back to Lima, you’re looking at two weeks. Nobody has time to load you up and bring you back to wash your hair.”
She blinked as though he’d slapped her, and Daniel noticed the guy with the paper had pursed his lips and was shaking his head in disapproval. Daniel sighed. The nosy guy was right. She didn’t know how hard the travel was and treating her like some shallow nuisance was unfair. Besides, he didn’t like the way disappointing her made him feel.
“Sorry. That was a little more forceful than I’d intended.” He spread his hand out over the cursed laptop. “I have a few things on my mind.”
“No ‘Hi, how’ve you been?’ or even ‘What’s new?’ or ‘What brings you to the neighborhood?’ Just full-on skipping the small talk and telling me how busy you are.” She nodded. “At least you haven’t changed much.”
“Did you hope I would? Change?” The question about whether she thought time in the mountains would make him think differently of her and their...romantic potential hovered on the tip of his tongue, but he wouldn’t ask it. He was afraid of her answer. Friends were a lot more valuable and harder to come by than dates. Or at least he thought that was still true.
“Not really, no, although you could stand to relax.” She raised her eyebrows at him and just like that he could picture her teasing him in front of the dartboard. Even in high school he’d been driven. His sister and her friends had sort of adopted him, included him and teased him for the arrogance that had raged nearly unchecked until he’d hit medical school and someone educated it out of him.
She patted his hand as though she was consoling an ailing relative, and he realized his own lofty opinion of his importance still didn’t mean much to her.
“Don’t you remember that time you ran out of gas down by Sarah Anderson’s house? We borrowed your dad’s car and rescued you. Who kept your secret? Who made sure no one knew the infallible Daniel Lincoln did something as everyday human as running out of gas while driving past a pretty girl’s house? I did. If you want to ease up on telling me how important you are, I’ll make sure I keep that secret, too.” She tugged his bag out from under his hand. “What’s so valuable in here? You’ve got a death grip on it.”
“You can’t go, Steph. There’s no room for you in my schedule.” He hated to say it so baldly, but the truth was always the best choice. “I need your donations. Money like this will accomplish so much, but I have work to do.”
She ignored him. Of course. After she flipped open the bag and saw a laptop, she shut it again and pouted a little. “I was hoping for something to use as blackmail. Of course you were working. You’re always working.”
“How do you know? We haven’t seen each other in years.” He didn’t like the idea that he couldn’t surprise her.
“You told me you hadn’t changed, D. You would never lie.” Her eyes weren’t quite as reserved this time when he managed to catch her attention.
The connection that stretched between them was sweet and made him uneasy at the same time. He needed her friendship. Anything else was dangerous. Besides, she was like a sister. They’d already survived acne, cafeteria pizza and countless fights over the remote. There was no way romance could outlast that.
“Listen, I’m happy to see you, but coming to Alto is a bad plan. The conditions aren’t what you’re used to and—”
“And you’re afraid I’ll tumble right on into love with you again. It’s okay. I’m smarter now than I was then. I realized you were right. We are good friends, but that doesn’t mean we should be anything more. Don’t worry.” She squeezed his hand. “Friends. That’s all. Now help me show your sister and Jen that they don’t know everything they think they do. Take me to Alto. I’ll stay until you’re coming back to Lima. I might even be able to help.”
“You aren’t a doctor. You’ll slow me down.” He closed his eyes against her wince. “I’ve got a group waiting, and I need to focus. We’ll be hiking and setting up clinics during the day and at night, I’ve got to work on this fund-raising report to keep the doors open. It’s a lot, Steph. Can’t you just...”
“Write a check? Make you happy? Get out of your way?” Stephanie reached for the backpack she’d set down next to her chair. She pulled out a digital camera and a nice leather-bound journal. “For my travel blog. The one I’m going to write. For me. I won the lottery. I’m going to travel and I’m going to document it all.” She tapped her finger on top of the journal and watched him while she waited for his brain to work everything out.
“You could help me. Instead of an annoying intern—”
“You could have an annoying donor with a large, healthy checkbook whose single wish is to see Alto and help you with your fund-raising. Just imagine...killing two birds with one trip. That has to please the always busy Dr. Lincoln even if Daniel is remembering my unfortunate habit of singing pop tunes at the top of my lungs.”
“They’re all in Spanish here,” he said, frowning. She had a point. She also had the equipment, and an English teacher should be able to craft something people would enjoy reading. HealthyAmericas would benefit from the trip. He could use the help.
“Once I hear them a few times, I’m sure I can mangle the Spanish cheerfully.” Stephanie raised the camera and snapped a quick photo of him.
“Intense concentration. Wonder how many shots it would take to get any other expression?” she asked as she flipped through the shots on her camera.
“Two weeks and you’ll write me a check for twenty-five thousand dollars. Plus, you’ll help me draft a compelling report to help HealthyAmericas with the upcoming donor event.” He offered her his hand.
Stephanie studied it closely. “How about a check for twice that and two more from some dear friends? And I’ll make sure I’m more help than hindrance on this trip.” Then she held out her hand.
“You’re really bad at negotiation. You went the wrong direction. Yes to the checks, but stick to the report, please. That’ll be a big weight off my shoulders.” He waved his hand impatiently.
She slipped her hand in his and the warm shock of soft skin and awareness surprised him. He squeezed her hand and then nodded.
“Come on. Don’t look so serious. We’re going to have fun. You’ll see.” When she straightened up, pulling her hand away, he had the impression that he missed her hand in his. After a second’s touch. Crazy.
Had to be the homesickness. That’s all.
“Two rules before we go.” He tightened his hand in a fist under the