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Coming Home To Wed

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Pursing her lips, she scrunched up her face, seeming to consider his question with great care. After a long minute, she whispered, “Pretty cool.”

This time when he fought a smile, he lost. “That’s nice.” Miss Baptiste was having a rapid and strong reaction to the pain medication.

She reinstated her lopsided smile. “Say, doc?”

He put the bread back on top of the congealed spaghetti. “Yes?”

Her brows knit slightly. “Don’t worry.”

He leaned closer. She was whispering now, and he wasn’t sure he’d heard her right. “Don’t worry?”

“Uh-huh.”

“About what, Miss Baptiste?”

She canted toward him, placing the flats of both hands on the table. Her fingertips nearly touched the candles. “I won’t chase you around your office.”

“What?” Surely he hadn’t heard her right.

She lifted a finger to her lips and shushed him. “You’re very cute, Doc, but you’re not my type.”

He blinked and sat back. The fact that he wasn’t her type was certainly no news flash, but her bluntness startled him. Clearly she was feeling no pain. How ironic that her whispered vow was painful for him. Not that he’d wanted her to chase him around the office, but the idea of, well, a little mutual chasing had crept into his thoughts. “I—uh—appreciate your frankness.”


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