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“Do you play tennis?”

“Yes, I play tennis.”

“I knew it.”

“Knew what?”

“You’re a blue blood.”

I stopped stirring my yogurt and looked at him.

His grin widened. “Don’t worry. I don’t hold that against you.”

I set the untouched yogurt down on the tray and stood. “Thanks for the yogurt.”

He frowned. “What’d I say?”

“Nothing,” I lied. “I just shouldn’t be fraternizing with a patient.”

Boxer was just about to speak when the door to his room opened.

A young guy with brown hair and scruff entered. He hadn’t been in the hospital waiting room the previous night with the others, so I didn’t recognize him. Two other young men trailed behind him. The three of them were wearing leather vests labeledProspect.

“Prospects, meet the doc who saved my life,” Boxer introduced.

“Hi,” I said awkwardly.

“Hey, Doc,” the brown-haired young man said. The other two gave me chin nods in greeting. He pulled out a pack of cards from his back pocket. “Colt told us to come entertain you.”

“You guys bring money?” Boxer asked.

“Yeah, we brought money,” the blond prospect said. “And a deck of cards.”

“Perfect. Sit down and I’ll show you how to cheat at cards and make it look believable.” Boxer’s eyes found mine. “Bye, Doc.”

“Bye,” I murmured as I headed for the door.

Just before it closed, one of the young men said, “That’s the doctor that saved your life? You’re so damn lucky.”

Chapter 3

I trudgedthrough the lobby of my condo building and immediately went to check my mailbox.Nothing. Not even a bill.

“Linden,” the middle-aged security guard greeted, coming out from around the desk.

“Hi, Jerry,” I said with a genuine smile. “What did your wife bring you for lunch today?”

“Eggplant Parmesan.”

I raised my brows. “No chance of any leftovers, are there?”

“Nope. Sorry.” He grinned. “When are you going to settle down with a nice man who knows how to cook and take care of you?”

“You’re starting to sound like the Italian mother I don’t have,” I warned.

“Eggplant Parmesan. Homemade,” he reminded me. “I’ve got a nephew actually. Recently divorced…”

“Oh wow, look at the time,” I drawled and booked it to the elevator. I quickly punched the button. “See you tomorrow. I’m in for the night.”


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