Page 35 of Love Me Sweet

“My wife.”

A thoughtful look blanketed Andrew’s face. “Dr. Mitzi McGregor?”

Keenan’s smile remained on his lips but his gaze had turned watchful. “You know mywife?”

Keenan reminded Sylvie of a coiled viper ready to strike. Though he’d always been perfectly nice to her, in that moment Sylvie could believe the rumors that he’d spent time in prison were true.

“Noah Anson was telling me your wife is the force behind the Peoples Health Clinic.”

The tension seemed to leave Keenan’s shoulders and he rocked back on his heels. “It’s a project that has been close to her heart—and to mine—for a number of years. We can’t wait for it to open.”

“Andrew is also a physician,” Sylvie tossed that comment out there though she wasn’t sure why.

Keenen didn’t appear impressed.

“They’re everywhere in Jackson Hole.” Keenan’s expression looked pained. “Can’t put your foot down without stepping on one.”

To Sylvie’s surprise, Andrew laughed. “What time is the party?”

“Seven. Wear what you have on.” Their visitor gestured with one hand to his jeans and boots. “I’m not changing.”

Sylvie stepped forward. “Can I bring something?”

“Just yourself.” The smile Keenan bestowed on her was warm before he turned back to Andrew. “Good to meet you, O’Shea.”

Without ceremony, Keenan flipped up his hood and headed back into the rain.

“I didn’t get his address.” Andrew’s hand moved to the door knob but Sylvie grabbed his arm.

“I know where they live. Mitzi had me bake a cake for Keenan’s birthday last month. You should have seen it.”

“What did it look like?”

“Let’s just say it involved a propeller driven plane made out of fondant and a Mad Max theme.” Her lips curved recalling the three-layer cake. “The plane took the most time.”

“Plane?” Andrew inclined his head. “Is Keenan a pilot?”

Sylvie nodded, even as she wondered if what she had on really was adequate or if she should change.

“You made me a Spamalot cake for my birthday,” he said.

“I remember.” Her smile faded as she also remembered the look of horror on Andrew’s mother’s face when she’d caught sight of the cake. Pushing the image aside, Sylvie slid the phone from her pocket and looked at the time. “It’s already six. I’m going to unpack then freshen up.”

“If you need to know where anything is, just ask. I can’t guarantee I’ll know where it’s at but we can search together.”

“Sounds good.” She waved him away when he reached for her bag. “Seriously, I’ve got it.”

As Sylvie made her way down the hall to where she assumed the bedrooms were located, she realized for the next three weeks she’d know exactly where Andrew was and he’d know the same about her.

She only wondered why the thought didn’t bother her.

* * *

It wasn’t until the evening was winding down that Andrew had the opportunity to speak privately with Mitzi McGregor. She was a pretty woman with hair the color of peanut butter and bright blue eyes.

Instead of jeans, she wore a long flowing skirt in an odd patchwork pattern with a form-fitting top the color of buttermilk. Dangly earrings of the sun and moon hung from her ears and cowboy boots with a turquoise pattern completed the image.

She didn’t look like an orthopedic surgeon and he’d known plenty. But there was an intelligence in her eyes that belied the boho-chic appearance. Sylvie appeared to like her, if the big hug the two women had exchanged when they arrived was any indication.

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