Page 50 of Love Me Sweet

“Looking forward to it.” She turned to Andrew. “I really appreciate this. We knew it would be busy and thought we were staffed for it, but we’ve been slammed ever since the doors opened.”

“Put me where you need me.” Andrew experienced a surge of excitement. He hadn’t even been gone from medicine a week and he was already champing at the bit.

“Room five.” Mitzi gestured to a pretty red-headed nurse. “Leila will be the RN assisting you. You’ll find a clean lab coat in the closet in the room.”

With Leila at his side, Andrew was off to the races. The afternoon flew by. Each time an exam room emptied, the competent RN retrieved another patient from the overcrowded waiting room. He found himself enjoying the variety of ages and conditions.

He treated everyone from a four-year-old with foot and mouth disease to an octogenarian with a sprained ankle. Though there wasn’t much time for conversation, Andrew gave each patient his full attention.

By the time the doors were closed, he was tired but surprisingly energized.

Mitzi placed a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you again. We couldn’t have done it without you.”

“It was my pleasure.”

Her gaze searched his face. “I believe you mean it.”

“I do.” His tone was unapologetic. “Some people love to draw or paint or write. Or bake, like Sylvie. From the time I was small, I liked taking something broken and making it whole.”

“That’s sweet.”

Andrew turned and found Sylvie standing there. “Did you get all your prep done?”

“I did.” She turned toward Mitzi. “Appears the Grand Opening was a huge success.”

“Extremely well received. And this guy,” Mitzi patted his shoulder, “was a lifesaver.”

“She exaggerates,” Andrew told Sylvie.

“I’m not exaggerating and I do owe you.” Mitzi paused. “Do you and Sylvie have plans for dinner?”

You and Sylvie. After only a week, they were already being seen as a couple.

Andrew exchanged a glance with Sylvie. She shrugged.

“Keenan and I are going to Perfect Pizza once we get out of here,” Mitzi said. “We’d love to have you join us.”

“Pizza sounds good to me.” Andrew glanced at Sylvie. After last night, he wasn’t sure what she wanted.

Sylvie’s gaze shifted to Keenan when he walked up. “Your wife invited us to join you for pizza. But I don’t want to crash your romantic evening.”

“That’s later.” Keenan flashed a grin. “Pizza first. Romance later.”

When Mitzi rolled her shoulders, Keenan stepped close and began to rub.

“How about we meet you at the restaurant in thirty minutes?” Mitzi closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure when her husband found a knot.

“We can take my car,” Andrew said casually to Sylvie. “No need trying to find two parking spots downtown.”

On the way downtown she told him all about the preparation she’d done for tomorrow’s event.

“It sounds like it’s big.”

“I haven’t been here for one,” she told him as he pulled onto the highway leading into Jackson, “but these kinds of events seem to pull in both the locals and the tourists.”

“How does it work, this Taste of Jackson Hole?”

“Taste of the Tetons,” she corrected. “From what I understand, each taste ticket costs a buck. In this huge open-air tasting area, there will be alley chefs, restaurants, and caterers putting their culinary work on display for sampling.”

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