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Gage looked at the card, then tucked it into his wallet. “I won’t misplace you again.” He got dressed, then went to the kitchen and took a beer from the refrigerator. A little bit of hair of thedog would counteract the slight hangover he still had. He sat on the couch to drink it. He was stalling.

Maybe I should call her first.He took out his phone and looked at it. No cell service. “Not a cloud in the sky and I still can’t make a damn call.”

He finished his beer, then slipped on a jacket and left the house. As he got into the Mustang, he remembered he owed Lily an apology. He’d go to the library and talk to her. But first, he needed to go see Corbyn. They avoided each other on the fifteenth. But they always got together the following day. When he finished with Corbyn he’d track down Sydney. God willing she’d hear him out.

Chapter thirty-five

"And who do you talk to now, big brother?"

When Gage walked into the clinic, Journee saw him and came around the counter to give him a hug.

“Are you okay?”

He stepped back from her embrace. “I’m fine. Is Corbyn free?”

“He’s in between patients. He’ll be in his office.”

“Thanks.” Even though his four Ambrose cousins were too young to remember Seth, they knew the story. And Journee knew why Gage was there. He headed down the hallway to Corbyn’s office.

The door was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open a few more inches.

“Corbyn. Can I come in?”

Corbyn got to his feet. “Of course.” He came around his desk and went to Gage as he came through the door. He shook his hand and patted his shoulder. “How are you doing?”

Gage nodded. “I expect I’m doing about as well as you are.”

Corbyn motioned toward a chair. “Have a seat.”

Gage sat and Corbyn went behind his desk and sat in the antique oak desk chair that came with the office. It matched the desk, which was big and heavy and was probably purchased in the early part of the twentieth century. Gage suspected that aside from nostalgia, the desk remained through multiple doctors over the years, because no one wanted to attempt to move it. It was a lot like the one in his office, which had been there when Lawrence had bought the building.

Corbyn straightened some papers on his desk. “Have you talked to Sydney yet?”

“I’m going to see her next.”

Corbyn nodded. “Um…apparently she was concerned about you yesterday and she talked to Remy.”

“I was a little…or a lot indifferent when she saw me.”

“He told her why you were…indifferent.”

Gage leaned back in his chair. “So she knows?”

“Yeah. And, honestly, I think you should’ve told her yourself.”

“I’ve never told anyone outside of the family.”

“I know. But Sydney isn’t just anyone. Sydney is special. And I think you know that now.”

“I do.”

“And don’t be pissed at Remy. He was just doing what he thought was best.”

“I’m not pissed. At myself, maybe. But not at Remy.”

“Where did you spend the night?”

“I went about five miles down the creek. Stopped just pass little waterfall.”

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