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answered that question. “What about your prescription pads?”
    Cocking his head, he looked at the sheriff. “Do you mind if I look?”
    “I’ve already dusted the desk. Go ahead.”
    Dylan walked behind the desk, inserted a small key into the top drawer and gave the handle a tug. Looking in, he shook his head. “Everything’s in order.”
    The sheriff blew out a sigh. “All right.”
    Paige’s eyes bounced back and forth between the men. Would no one say it? She bit her lip. Should she bring it up?
    “You … uh … don’t suppose there’s a connection between the car trying to run Will down and this break-in, do you?”
    Both men looked startled. “Why would you ask that?”
    She gave a sheepish shrug. “I don’t know. I mean, I guess it’s just weird that both things happened so close to each other.”
    Sheriff Brody looked thoughtful. His forehead wrinkled as he ran his hand through his thick dark hair. Intuitive green eyes examined his friend. “You got any enemies, Dylan?”
    “No.” He gave a humorless laugh. “No way. I mean, who would do something so awful as to actually try to run Will down?” He looked sick. “That’s just … crazy.”
    “Crazier things have been done,” Paige murmured.
    He simply looked at her.
    “Do you have any patients you’ve made mad recently?” the sheriff asked.
    Dylan looked blindsided, she thought, even as she waited for his answer.
    He gave a slow shake of his head. “I don’t … know. Maybe.”
    “Could be you were the intended target with that car. The person who almost ran down Will could have thought you were going to be crossing with him,” Paige said before she could bite her tongue.
    Sheriff Brody crossed his arms across his broad chest and narrowed his eyes. “You have some law enforcement training?”
    Paige gulped and chastised herself for making such arookie mistake. She forced a laugh. “I watch a lot of television. Crime shows are my favorite.”
    His eyebrows lowered and he glowered. She could read his thoughts. Great, another cop wannabe.
    One day she’d tell him the truth. For now, she was going to shut up. Besides, her head was really starting to pound. Nausea swirled and she knew she needed to lie down. “Dylan, do you think you could take me home now?”
    He started. “Sure.” Then looked at the sheriff. “Are you done with me?”
    “Yeah.” The man waved a hand in dismissal. “Go on. I’ll let you know if we find anything here.” He glanced at his watch. “I’m supposed to meet Holly at the doctor’s office in Bryson City. We’re having our first ultrasound.” He looked extraordinarily pleased to share that information.
    Paige smiled through her pain. “Congratulations.”
    “Thanks.” He peered closer at Paige then said to Dylan, “She’s not looking so great. You better get some meds in her before she passes out.”
    Dylan turned and stopped fast enough to cause Paige to bump into him. Pain exploded through her. As it eased, with her nose buried in his back, she couldn’t help noticing his yummy-smelling cologne. She backed up in a hurry and swallowed hard.
    He turned and smiled down at her. “Sorry.” Then he motioned for the young man who’d come to collect his reference letter. “I’m sorry, I can’t access my computer right now. I have a copy of it on my home computer. Is it all right if we try again later?”
    “Sure. You’ve got my cell number. Just give me a shout when you want me to come pick it up.”
    Dylan and Paige made their way out to his car. She slid in, breathing in the familiar scent of leather and new-carsmell. The sun beat down, warming the interior of the car to an uncomfortable temperature. She lowered her window and he flipped on the air-conditioning. “Sorry to pull you away,” she told him. “My head is really hurting.”
    “No problem. I wasn’t doing anyone any good just standing around watching them work.” He shot her a worried look. “Any nausea?