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“God wouldn’t need your help to replace an arm, Mr. Anderson. But since we’re not all walking around and healing everyone like Jesus did, your work—if it works—will be a pretty neat compromise.”

His lips curled.

“What? If I could command an amputated arm to stretch forth and be whole—and it worked one hundred percent of the time—awesome. If not, getting fitted with a robotic arm that could let me live a normal life is …”

“A neat compromise.”

“Exactly.”

Seth nodded slowly and dropped his gaze to her hand. “I don’t have anything that can solve your problem, though.”

“It won’t be a problem. I’ll heal just fine.”

Seth ran his tongue under his teeth.

The corners of her lips pulled back into a sweet smile. “You look as if you want to shake me and tell me to stop being delusional.”

Which was exactly what he wanted to do. He just wasn’t sure what was so funny about that.

She headed back to her seat. “I’m sure some people thought of your vision for the robotic arm as delusional too.”

“I’m working on tangible equipment.”

“There are tons of verifiable miracles, too.” She held her bandaged hand up when he opened his mouth. “Don’t worry. I release you from any blame.”

And why did that only make him feel worse?

“You can drop me a text if you don’t get a reply from Mr. E tomorrow.” She headed back to her seat and turned her attention to her laptop.

He sighed heavily. “I came here with a speech and an offer.”

“Oh? I don’t want to waste your effort, so go ahead.”

He waved it off.

She folded her arms on the desk. “Come on. I’d love to hear it.” She gasped. “Are you bribing me with the ring? Because—”

“I wanted to give you a tour of our robotics lab. I realized we never finished the conversation about what we do at the lab.”

“Star Wars stuff.”

“Interested in having a look?”

She pursed her lips.

“It’ll be a fun distraction from what you have going on here.” He paused. “Or it’ll bore you into having a good night’s sleep.”

She chuckled. “Yeah. Why not?”

“I’ll pick you up at eight? Oh, and your car won’t be ready for a week.”

“Car?” Her brows twitched. “Right. My car.” She’d completely forgotten about that. “Why? It’s a new car.” Though, honestly, she didn’t really care. Ordering a ride, then sitting back and wasting time on her phone was so much better.

“I didn’t ask for the details.” He pulled out his phone from his pocket. “I can check with my assistant.”

“Never mind.”

“So, eight?” Seth asked.

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