“Do you have any better suggestions?” Gavin regarded her with raised eyebrows.
“The coward in me favors leaving for San Antonio on the next train,” Annabelle admitted, “but that goes against what Sister Maria told me. Based on your eagerness to wade into this problem, I'd be willing to bet your mother is giving you the same message.”
He paused, seeming to listen, and then replied, “She is, but that's not why. Helping others is a doctor's duty. At least, to me, it is.” Again, that look crossed his face, the one that spoke of stories not yet shared.
So much left unsaid. She regarded him with a long, slow look. The scarlet sunset and a few large candles lit his handsome face, but without his signature friendly smile, he looked harsh and imposing. That's an illusion, she reminded herself. H
