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“Other than her lung development and weight, she is doing remarkably well. You had a long afternoon?”

“Long week.”

“I hear ya. Well, have a good evening, and hopefully, no more of your patients decide to go into labor today.”

“Bite your tongue,” I said, then turned and started toward the elevator.

In the elevator, I leaned against the wall and pulled out my phone. With it being six-thirty, I would head home instead of back to the office. I had no messages from Bailey, but I’d already talked with her earlier, and she’d had everything under control. When the door dinged and started to slide open, I pushed away from the wall. God, I was tired, but the week had ended on a good note and I wouldn’t complain. Not when it could have ended tragically.

I smiled, thinking of the tiny baby with dark little eyelashes. Would there ever come a time that bringing a life into the world got routine? I surely hoped not.

Walking across the lobby to the doors to the hospital exit with my head bent still scrolling my phone, I ran into a body. Automatically I responded with, “Oh, sorry.”

“You look dead on your feet, Doc.”

I jerked my head up. “What are you doing here?”

Chapter Seven

Coast

When I turned on thestreet Mac’s building was on, I smiled. Devil sat out front in his truck. I watched him look up in the mirror as I rode into the spot behind him.

I took off my helmet and dismounted as he exited the truck and walked up to me with his hand stuck out. I grasped his hand, then pulled, and we both leaned in for the man hug.

“You just get back into town?”

“A couple of hours ago. Stopped by my place and dumped my stuff. Went by my dad’s place, but he wasn’t home, so I texted that I’d catch him tomorrow. Then I stopped by the shop and yelled at the others. Jag was dealing with Poppy. She’d somehow gotten her pants down and pulled her diaper off. It had poop in it and she’d smeared it on herself and around the playpen before he caught her. He, Crusher, Speed and Flirt were going over a design, and he turned around to check on her when she’d gone quiet.”

“Damn, now I’m glad I wasn’t there. I can’t deal with that stuff.”

“Well, you better start finding a way. You got less than what? Seven months.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what Bailey says.” Devil snorted. “Did Speed whip out the pic while you were there.”

I chuckled. “Yes, he did. He said Sami threatened to tear it up if he didn’t stop.”

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