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costume beneath her
    coat.
    His only acknowledgment that he'd heard her was the barest of nods. Janine frowned at his back, then turned to approach Dr.
    Pedro.
    A crowd of guests had gathered around him, some angry, some concerned, all asking questions. The doctor spoke succinctly
    in a calming voice, assuring the knot of people that quarantine procedures would be distributed to every room, then asked them
    to clear the lobby as soon as possible. She touched the arm of a woman who appeared to be the doctor's assistant and asked if
    she could have a word with the doctor about a professional matter. The woman nodded and made her way toward him.
    "Ms. Murphy, our paths cross again."
    She swung around to see the general manager approaching her, a hint of a smile hiding the worry she knew lingered under his
    calm surface. "I trust you found room 855?"
    "Um, yes."
    He looked as if he was curious about the outcome, but was too much of a gentleman to ask.
    She cleared her throat. "Mr. Oliver, I was hoping you would speak to the doctor on my behalf."
    "On your behalf?"
    "Well, since you can verify I arrived at the resort less than an hour ago—" she splayed her hands "—I was hoping you could
    arrange for me to leave."
    He poked his tongue into his cheek. "Leave? If I remember correctly, when I first saw you, you were having a nose-to-nose
    conversation with Ben, who is now quite ill."
    She leaned forward and whispered, "I'm also extremely claustrophobic."
    A slight frown creased his forehead. "I suppose I could consult the doctor about your situation, Ms. Murphy, but what about
    your fiancé?"
    "He, um, wasn't in the room after all."
    He pulled a notebook from his pocket. "We have to account for all guests—I'll make a note that the room is empty."
    She told herself she should keep her mouth shut, but Derek w a s ill and, therefore, probably needed to be kept under
    surveillance. Her medical ethics kicked in, and she sighed. "Actually, there was another gentleman in the room."
    Mr. Oliver's blue eyes widened. "Oh?"
    At that moment, the doctor walked up, nodding to Mr. Oliver, then to Janine. "My assistant said you wished to speak to me."
    She tried on her professional face, wondering how disheveled she appeared. "Dr. Pedro, my name is Janine Murphy. I'm a
    P.A. here in Atlanta, and I wanted to offer my services in case you find yourself short of personnel."
    He was a pleasant-looking man who seemed unruffled in the midst of the pandemonium. "It's kind of you to offer, Ms.
    Murphy, but we're fully staffed. Are you feeling well?"
    She was sick to her stomach with worry, not to mention a little hung-over, but she nodded. "Yes, and Mr. Oliver can verify I
    haven't been at the resort very long, so if you don't think you'll need my help, I was wondering if you might see your way to
    release me from the quarantine."
    Dr. Pedro gave her a regretful smile. "Ms. Murphy, because of your medical training, you understand why I can't release you,
    but if you don't fall ill and a lot of other guests do, indeed we might need your help. I assume you have your license with you?"
    Too late, she remembered she didn't have her purse, in which she kept a card-size copy of her license. "Um, no, I'm sorry, I
    don't have my license with me."
    "If you have other ID on you, my assistant can verify your credentials over the phone."
    Her shoulders fell. "Actually, I don't have ID with me, either." She conjured up a laugh. "You see, my sister dropped me off
    to visit my fiancé. I, um, hadn't planned an extended visit." Her temperature raised with every mortifying word that seemed
    determined to spill out of her mouth for both men to hear.
    The dark-haired man's gaze dropped to her black high heels for a split second, then he lifted one bushy eyebrow. "I see. And
    how are both of you feeling?"
    She squirmed and manufactured a you're-not-going-to-believe-this laugh. "Well, it turned out that my fiancé isn't here after
    all. He let another man have his room for