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“It will take some getting used to, but it’ll be fine.”

Wilder knew it wasn’t his place to interfere with her schedule, but she was going to burn out. There was no way she could continue at such a high physical performance without adequate rest.

“Did you have any sort of vitamin routine?”

“Yes. My doctor ran a bunch of tests to check my levels, then prescribed what I needed. He kept an eye on all that kind of stuff. I still take some vitamins, but I’m not sure if they’re enough.”

Maybe she should see Gareth or Misha to at least get an idea of where her levels were. “My brother and sister-in-law are doctors at the clinic in town. Would you like to see one of them?”

“Would they be able to fit me in?”

“Yep. I’m sure they could. I’ll talk to Janessa tonight so she can sort it out on Monday.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I appreciate that.” She gestured to her plate. “And I appreciate this.”

“You’re very welcome.” He sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “How have the rehearsals been going?”

“Pretty good.” She lifted the lid off the dessert container. “Oh, I really shouldn’t eat any of this.”

“Just have one tonight. Thanksgiving dinner requires a dessert.”

“Requires, huh?” she asked, one corner of her mouth lifting in a half smile.

“Definitely.”

“Well, in that case.” She picked up one of the decorated gingerbread cookies. “This will be my choice for tonight.”

“Excellent choice. Will’s mom makes them for him. For awhile, they were his breakup cookie.”

“What’s that?”

“When he and his girlfriend—the one prior to Janessa—broke up, his mom made him his favorite cookie to help him feel better.”

“And this was the cookie?”

“Yep. And even though it wasn’t Christmas, she made dozens and dozens of them. Will brought them to every gathering. He finally had to tell his mom that if she didn’t stop, he was going to start hating them.”

“They’re delicious, so I can understand why they’re Will’s favorite.”

“None of us would have been happy if his mom had stopped making them permanently.”

Lexi relaxed back into her chair with a sigh. “That was very delicious. Now I can go home and just fall into bed.”

Though she’d said she wasn’t overwhelmed, Wilder thought she looked tired. He wanted to say something, but he held his tongue.

“I should probably get back out there to finish off my shift,” she said as she got to her feet.

“I’ll get everything put away,” Wilder said when she reached for the plates.

“Okay.” She gave him a smile. “Thanks.”

He carefully repackaged everything, returning it to the bag. Though he hadn’t been sure if he should bring Lexi food or not, seeing how much she’d enjoyed it, he was glad he had. If it meant she went to bed sooner and with a full stomach, that would be the best part.

Since it was almost nine, he decided to stick around. When he walked out of the office, he noticed that everyone had left the ice. The lights in the café area were dimmed, but he could still see Luke moving around in the kitchen.

Lexi was walking around the rink space, still wearing her skates, stopping to talk to a few people before making her way over to the skate rental place. George was taking in the last of the skate returns.

When Wilder joined them, the older man greeted him with a smile. “How’s it going, Wilder?”

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