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“Yeah.” Bending, he kissed her on the lips before rising. “I’ll be back. Shall we?” He inclined his head towards the door and waited while the two women said their goodbyes.

They descended the stairs in silence, until they reached the front door. “Have you told me everything?” He asked abruptly as he handed her the jacket.

“Of course. I’m always up front and honest with my patients.” She turned at the door. “I am happy she has your support.” She could have bitten off her tongue at the look on the gorgeous face. “I meant she came in with Michael…?”

“Thanks for coming.”

He brushed by her to open the door, and she stood there. “Mr. McGibbon, I might not be what you expected, but I am a very good doctor and Janelle, and I have a particularly good rapport. I am familiar with her history and am available to her any time day or night.”

“More so now that you know who she’s involved with?” His cynicism made her cringe.

“Even before.”

“Good to know. Good night, doc.” He waited until she walked down to her vehicle before closing the door and locking it.

He went into the kitchen to survey the pantry, gratified to see it fully stocked. Pulling out his phone, he called her. “Hey.”

“Hey. Where are you?”

“In the kitchen.” He stared at a can of soup and decided to add some vegetables to the mix. “How about soup?”

“You are seriously going to cook?”

“Why would I say I am? Well? Soup? Or a sandwich?”

“Both.”

His relief was palpable when she said that. It meant she was feeling a whole lot better.

“I promise I won’t accuse you of being a glutton.”

“I happen to be eating for three.”

He felt a jolt at the reminder of their situation which he was going to have to deal with.

“Right. How are you feeling?”

“Better.”

“Good. Let me get on with it then. I won’t be long.”

“Take your time.”

He hung up and stood there staring at the contents of the pantry. The story that his mother had told him was pushed away for the moment. He couldn’t concentrate on the negative right now. Even though he was here, he had the strongest urge to turn tail and run.

“I’m not doing that,” he muttered as he took out the necessary items.

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“This is so damn good.”

His eyes twinkled as he watched her scrape the bowl. “Happy to be of service.”

“You’re not eating.”

“It’s almost eleven at night.”

“So?”

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