He thought of the icy glare Emma had given him when he’d admitted he was probably going to arrest Ben. He knew his wife, and something was up.

Something to do with Ben.

He was terrified to find out what it was.

THE ELEVATOR doors dumped Nate into the hospital’s main entrance. He’d stopped by the clinic upstairs and spoken to Marjorie. Turned out the patient who’d filled the suspicious prescription for OxyContin signed by Dr. Wallington wasn’t registered there. And when Nate had done a quick online search with the state’s Department of Licensing, he’d learned that person had died in a car accident four years before.

Somebody was signing prescriptions and using fake IDs to fill them for dead people.

It had to be Julia. She had access and she’d been caught stealing oxy. Plus she was clearly using her own product.

But Julia was in a coma. He couldn’t talk to her. Nate growled in frustration.

What he really wanted to know was how many other doctors’ prescription pads she’d stolen.

Nate suddenly had a horrible sinking feeling. What if Julia had stolen Emma’s pads too? Would the scandal, the investigation that would likely come, damage her career?

Nate glanced at his watch. He needed to call Agent Hamilton and update her. She would probably have to kick this upstairs in the DEA, and if Emma became a focus of the investigation, there was no hope he’d be allowed to stay on the case. But first, Josh was getting his reprogrammed cells injected today, and Nate had to be there for his son.

He rounded the corner and spotted Josh and Emma in front of the hospital café. Emma was talking to a tall, broad-chested man with streaky, beach-blond hair tied into a stubby ponytail. His jaw prickled with a few days’ stubble, and he had those deep dimples women always found so attractive.

Emma caught sight of Nate. It was only brief, the widening of her eyes, but he saw it.

Guilt.

A rush of hot jealousy bloomed bitter and thick in his throat. Emma had been lying to him, Nate was sure of it. She was having an affair after all.

“Nate, hi,” she said.

Nate ignored her and picked Josh up, hoping to cover the storm of emotions filling him. “Hey, buddy! You ready for your infusion?”

Josh nodded listlessly, his fingers in his mouth.

“Nate, this is Gabe Wilson,” Emma said. “We went to high school together. He’s visiting family here.”

Nate put on his most charming smile. “Nice to meet you, man.” He turned to Emma, already blocking Gabe out. “Ready to go?”

He clasped Josh to him like a shield and turned and walked toward the elevators, giving her no choice but to jog after him.

Moira was already waiting for them upstairs in Pediatric Oncology.

“Thanks for coming, Ma.” Nate kissed her cheek.