Discovering Sophie (2 page)

The bad dream was virtually the same almost every night and felt like some sort of omen. Sophie ran frantically through the jungle, calling out for her father. She would always catch a glimpse of him right before someone grabbed Sophie around the throat and pressed a hand against her mouth. Her terror filled scream would awaken her, leaving her shaking and unable to fall asleep again.

Peter tugged on her hand as the elevator door slid open. They reached the main lobby and exited to the parking garage. Sophie pulled her keys out of her purse. “I’ll just follow you in case I get a call for an emergency.”

“I thought you weren’t on call?” Peter’s voice had an edge to it, letting her know he didn’t like the way she ran her practice.

Sophie was one of the few doctors who wanted to be notified if there was an emergency with one of her patients. They always called her first, and she would then decide whether or not she deemed it necessary to follow up herself or allow the on-call doctor to take care of it.

“I’m not, but you know I like to be available if a child needs me.”

He let out a deep sigh as he continued to lead her toward his car. “If you really need to return to the hospital before our evening is done, I’ll bring you back.”

“Thank you.” She glanced up at him. “Sorry I made us late for dinner. Every time I started to leave, another mother or father would stop me.”

Peter didn’t look at her or make a reply until they had made it to his black Mercedes. Instead of opening her door, he leaned her against the car and kissed her. She kissed him back, wanting to feel something beyond contentment and security.

Ending the kiss, Peter pulled back and stared at her. His dark eyes blazed with passion, making Sophie feel even guiltier for not feeling the same way.

“If you agree to marry me, we’ll have more time together and I won’t mind how much you work.”

She bristled at his comment. He worked more hours than she did, but since her job required her to be on call, a lot of their time in the evenings or on weekends was cut short.

“You could’ve stayed by my side tonight and met some of my patients, instead of hiding in the corner with your phone.” It wasn’t like Sophie to be so sharp-tongued, and she almost apologized. Then she thought about how irritated Peter would get if they were at a social gathering and she would have to take a call.

He took several seconds to respond to her terse comment. Finally, he nodded his head. “You’re right. While I did have some pressing issues with the Van Buren case, I shouldn’t have used the added time I had to wait for you to conduct business. I apologize for not being more considerate.” He leaned down and gave her another lingering kiss. “Forgive me?” he whispered against her mouth.

She’d been with him long enough to note his apology was couched by pointing out that
he
had been waiting for her, but she was too tired to say anything about it right now.

“Of course,” she said, turning her head so his lips brushed against her cheek. He gave her a brief hug before he stepped back and opened her door.

Sophie caught the scent of his expensive cologne as she slid into the immaculate car. He climbed in behind the wheel and started the engine. Deciding to touch up her makeup, she pulled down the visor and almost gasped at how bad she looked. While Peter was always put together, she frequently looked like she had been wearing a scrub cap all day long. It didn’t matter that she actually
did
wear a scrub cap all day long—or at least part of the day—she should have done something with her hair before going to the open house.

She used her fingers to comb her hair, and then dabbed a small amount of concealer under each eye, hoping to hide the dark circles that had recently appeared. After applying some lip gloss, she flipped up the visor, knowing the only thing that could help her look better was a good night’s sleep.

“You look tired, Sophie,” Peter said. “Have you heard anything about your father?”

“No.” Her voice quivered as the constant worry she felt bubbled to the surface. “The man I hired to find him changed his email address and his phone number once I sent him more money.”

“You should’ve asked me before you issued additional funds. I could’ve advised you to never send anyone more money until you have some kind of results from the first payout.”

Sophie held back another biting reply. Lashing out at Peter wouldn’t help anything. “Probably,” she said, glancing out the passenger window.

“So, now what happens?” he asked, reaching over and taking her hand.

“I need to decide what I should do next.” Something she planned to do once she heard back from her friend Camille.

“If I have time this week, maybe I can do a little research and find someone else to search for your father.” He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze before releasing them. “Someone a little more reputable, like a private investigator.”

Sophie
had
hired a private investigator. Peter must have forgotten that little tidbit. Sometimes it seemed like he never listened to anything she said.

“That’s not necessary, Peter. I’ll figure something out.”

“But I want—” Peter’s words were cut off when his phone beeped an incoming call. “I need to get this.” He didn’t wait for her to respond before answering the call with his Bluetooth earpiece.

While Peter was deep into his conversation with one of his clients, Sophie leaned her head against the back of the seat and closed her eyes. She didn’t need to hire another private investigator. What she needed to do was go to Costa Rica and look for her father herself. A plan she had already set in motion. A plan she knew Peter would never support. So, Sophie had simply decided not to tell him. Yet.

She had already requested the time off for the end of the month and was just awaiting the contact information for the guide she hoped to hire.

Sophie recalled the telephone conversation she’d had with her best friend, Camille Campbell, two weeks ago.

“I have a brilliant idea!” Camille said, her voice bubbling with excitement. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier.”

Sophie had just finished with a four hour surgery and she desperately hoped Camille’s idea involved chocolate. “What is it?”

“Did I ever tell you about Jack Mathison?”

“No,” Sophie said, pulling off her scrub cap. “Who is he?”

Camille went on to explain that when she was in high school, her older brother Tyson had just graduated from college and had gone on a youth service mission trip with their church to Central America. He lived in Costa Rica for four months, and Jack Mathison, another volunteer, had been one of his roommates.

“I had the wildest crush on the guy,” Camille said on a sigh. “He came home with Tyson and stayed with us for a week and then burst my seventeen-year-old fantasy bubble when he introduced me to his fiancée.”

“Okay,” Sophie said, glancing at the clock. She had an hour break before she needed to get to her office to see patients. “But how does this all amount to a brilliant idea?”

“I’m getting there. Anyway, the twins were taking a nap this morning, so I decided to watch TV while I folded laundry. The first channel I turned to was that movie
Dragonfly
with Kevin Costner. He plays the part of a doctor who goes into the Amazon jungle to the place where his wife died. I totally got sucked into it when all of the sudden it reminded me of Jack!”

Sophie rubbed her eyes, wondering where Camille was going with this. “Jack looks like Kevin Costner?”

“No. Jack was way better looking.”

“Camille, you have totally lost me.”

“That’s because you won’t let me finish.” Camille blew out a big breath. “Anyway, Tyson and Jack had lost contact with one another, but about eight years ago, Tyson had run into one of the other guys who had also gone on the mission trip. He told Tyson that Jack had never married and had permanently relocated to Costa Rica. The last he’d heard, Jack took medical outreach groups deep into the Costa Rica jungle so they can provide medical services for the natives in some of the remote villages.”

A spark of interest ignited in Sophie as she finally got what Camille might be trying to say. If this Jack Mathison still did that, it would be the perfect setup. Sophie could search for her father while doing humanitarian work.

“You could go look for your father while at the same time be doing your doctor stuff, and Jack can be your guide!” Camille said, confirming they were on the same page.

Sophie sat down on a chair, her mind going a million miles an hour. The logistics of her traveling to Costa Rica seemed insurmountable, but the warmth inside her chest confirmed that this was exactly what she was supposed to do.

“Sophie, you still there?” Camille asked.

“Yes. It
is
a brilliant idea.”

“I know, right!”

Camille’s enthusiasm made Sophie smile. “Does your brother know how I can get a hold of Mr. Mathison?”

“I’m not sure. Tyson and his wife just left for a Caribbean cruise. I’ve emailed him, but I have no idea when he’ll get the message, or what he can do until he comes back.”

A chime alerted Sophie of an incoming text, bringing her back to the present. Peter was still engrossed in his conversation, and she hoped the text wasn’t the hospital calling her in for an emergency. He wouldn’t be very happy about turning around and taking her back right now.

Reaching down to get her purse, she slipped her phone from the outside pocket. A tiny smile curved her lips when she read the message from Camille.

Houston, we are go for launch. Call me ASAP.

Before Sophie could reply, Camille sent her another text. This one made Sophie want to roll her eyes at her friend’s impertinence.

FYI: JM is still single!

Chapter Two

A
few weeks later, Camille invited Sophie inside her house, holding a finger to her lips to quiet her. “I just got the twins down for their nap.” She raised her eyebrows mischievously. “We have the whole house to ourselves, and a fresh pan of brownies.”

Slipping off her shoes, Sophie followed her friend into the kitchen. She loved Camille like a sister, even though they looked nothing alike and were polar opposite in coloring and build. Camille’s blue eyes, blonde hair and fair skin testified of her Swedish descent. Compared to Sophie’s five three petite stature, her friend towered over her by five inches. While she and Camille were both thirty-two, her friend had been married for eleven years and had four children: A fact that always set Sophie’s biological clock ticking very loudly.

Inhaling the tantalizing aroma of warm brownies, Sophie slid onto one of the bar stools. She needed a friend’s advice, as well as the chocolate. “How did you know I needed this?”

Camille grinned. “You sounded pretty stressed this morning.”

“I am.” Sophie sighed dramatically, resting her elbow on the bar and cupping her chin with her palm. “I can’t believe I’m leaving at the end of the week. That gives me three days to finalize everything and pack.”

Taking a spatula, Camille sliced the brownies into thick squares. “And only three days to get ready to meet Jack.” An impish smile wiggled her lips. “This morning I rummaged around in my box of things from high school and found a picture of him. Wanna see?”

Sophie narrowed her eyes. Camille loved teasing her about how handsome Jack had been. “I really don’t care what he looks like,” Sophie said, reaching for a brownie.

Laughing, Camille opened a drawer and pulled out a photograph. “Okay, but I just thought you might want to prepare yourself, you know, so you don’t fall for him or anything.”

Her curiosity piqued, Sophie pretended not to be interested. “I already promised not to be taken in by his good looks.”

Camille studied the picture. “Yep, he was definitely hot. Not as hot as my husband, but he’s a close second.” Her blue eyes twinkled as she looked at Sophie. “I wonder if he’s aged well?”

When Sophie didn’t respond, Camille pulled the drawer back open and put the picture down inside. Sophie couldn’t stand it any longer. “Oh, just give me the picture already.”

Grinning, Camille handed over the photograph. “He’s the one on the left.”

Sophie studied the two younger men. Tyson looked almost exactly like he had when she’d met him for the first time this past summer. Jack’s face wasn’t very visible. He had his head turned to the side, pointing a finger to his flexed muscle bulging under the short sleeve of his tee. Sophie could see from his profile that Jack Mathison
was
a good-looking guy.

She handed the picture back, feeling somewhat interested. “From what I can tell, he looks pretty average to me.”

“You are such a liar. But if you need more proof, I’m sure Tyson has a better shot of him.”

“No thanks.” Sophie lifted the brownie and took a small bite. “Besides, there’s nothing to worry about. I’m not looking for romance, and from what your brother said, I gather neither is Mr. Mathison.” She started to take another bite before she quickly added, “And I’m dating Peter.”

Camille rolled her eyes, knowing the ambivalent feelings Sophie struggled with. “Speaking of Peter, how does he feel about all of this?”

Lowering her head, Sophie mumbled an answer, “I haven’t told him yet.”

Coming around the bar, Camille took a seat beside her. “I know you’re confused about how you feel right now…but, Sophie, don’t you think you should at least tell him you’re going out of town?”

“Yes.” Sophie took a deep breath. “I’m making him dinner when he comes back from his business trip on Thursday. I’ll tell him then.”

Camille clicked her tongue against her teeth. “Girl, that’s the night before you leave.”

“I know.” Sophie took another bite of her treat. It wasn’t very mature to have kept it from him, but she knew he would try to prevent her from leaving. “I have to do this by myself and I know Peter isn’t going to be happy about it.”

“Good luck.” Camille patted her on the shoulder sympathetically. “And I suggest you make him his favorite meal. Methinks you’re gonna need it.”