Page 14 of Risky Move

“Don’t worry about that. My fabulousyoungerbrother will let me drive his.”

“Ten minutes, sis. You’re ten minutes older. I don’t know about driving my car. Better if I lease something you can use while you’re here.”

Cassie laughed as she watched Amelie try to grab the keys from his pocket. “Great meeting you, Amelie. I hope we can get together soon.”

Amelie gave up on the keys, then smiled with a small wave. “See you opening night?”

Cassie paused with the door half-open. “Maybe. Depends on Caryn—she may not want to take the babies to the games. Play by ear?”

“Bien sûr. I’ll look forward to it.”

Cassie pushed her way through the doorway, feeling a hint of excitement that she may have a new friend closer to her age—and irritation that Cam acted like he knew her.Just a short chat after the event, then he never contacted me.Wasn’t holding my breath, anyway.

* * *

Tom waited for her outside the door. He pretended to groan as he carried the bag to the back of the car. “What did you and Caryn pack—bricks?”

Cassie laughed as he set the bag in the back of the SUV, then opened the door to the back seat. “It’s all me. Just supplies, toys, you know, Tom.”

She saw his lips twitch as he fought against a smile. “That bag weighs more than your suitcases when you arrived.”

Cassie laughed. “Lucky for me, you came back to help. See you later?”

“Just going to check on some patients before I head home.”

Cassie climbed into the seat beside Daniel and Jenna, and Tom closed the door with a wink.

Caryn caught Cassie’s eyes. “So, you met Mr. Camden’s girl of the day?”

“His twin sister, Amelie. She’s going to the University of Paris and is taking some time off before she declares a major. Sounds like she’ll be in Tampa for a few months. She’s helping him set up his new condo. She says it’s better than staying home in Montréal.”

“How nice for him—I didn’t know he’s a twin. You might enjoy having someone closer to your age in the area. You need to get out. We didn’t hire you to be on call twenty-four-seven.”

“Amelie seems nice. Maybe we’ll chat or text.”

“I didn’t know Cam was Québécois. He has no accent.” Caryn turned to face Cassie in the seat behind her. “Have you thought about enrolling in classes here?”

“Not really. I don’t know what I want to do. I like dance but that’s not much of a career path.” Cassie made a face. “Besides, too much ballet when I was younger.”

Caryn laughed. “I can relate to that. Remind me to tell you about my ballet lessons when I was a kid. You’re more interested in contemporary dance, anyway, aren’t you?”

“Anything from 1920s-forward. Love those dances from the first half of the Twentieth Century—Tango, Charleston, Shimmy…I love watching those old movies on Netflix. You know, actors had to dance—very dreamy.” Cassie shrugged. “I think I was a flapper in a previous life.”

“I can definitely see you in that role. Think about it. We can work your schedule around classes.”

* * *

Tom stood by the stove in the kitchen early the next morning, and Cassie stopped to watch him a moment.My lucky day. I get to see the hunky hot doctor two days in a row.“Good day, Dr. Chadwick.”

He turned and shook his head with a laugh. “I hear enough of that at the hospital. Just call me Tom, okay?”

Cassie pushed her hair to the side as she shrugged. “That just sounds...disrespectful.” She allowed a teasing smile to cross her face.

Tom turned to face her. “Disrespectful, how? You call Caryn and Andrew by their first names.”

Cassie shrugged as she brushed past him to grab a box of cereal and a bowl. “You’re a doctor.” She pulled a spoon from the drawer and set everything on the table before moving to the fridge.

She heard Tom’s chuckle. “When I’m home, I’m just Tom. None of that doctor stuff. You’re making me feel old.”

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