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yes.”
    “Holy shit man, my wife makes me watch a lot of Grey’s Anatomy and I’ve never seen a recovery that quick.”
    Toby drummed his fingers on the door. “I’m not questioning it.”
    “Well if you feel like you’re going to have another episode, a simple warning would be a big help.”
    He gave Stan a look. “Just drive.”
    Halfway down his street, a chocolate lab bounced up and down, banging its paws along the white-picket fence. Toby’s world slowed down. It barked and the sound shot straight through him. The bark was crystal clear and unmistakable to his ears. That couldn’t have been the dog he’d searched for that morning. Had it run away to his house? By the look of the fence and the electric collar around its neck he knew it couldn’t be the case. Could it? When the dog was out of eyesight, Toby turned in his seat and shook his head. 
    “You okay?” Stan asked.
    If he never heard those words again from anyone in his life, it would be too soon.
    “I’m fine.”
    “Where to first?” Stan asked.
    “Breakfast? I’m starving.”
    Stan pointed his fork at Toby, remains of his French toast speared on the prongs. “You know you can take more time off work if you need to. Call me a pessimist but you should be in bed right now.”
    “For the tenth time, I’m fine.” Toby dipped toast into his runny eggs and ate it, savoring each bite. A little moan escaped from his lips.  Did food always taste this good?
    Stan’s eyebrows knitted together. “Okay, bud. Well I’m glad you’re okay.” He checked his watch. “Though I do need to head into the office. I’ve heard enough of you orgasming over your food.”
    “Hey, I almost died man, give me a break.” Toby said. “Besides, it’s Sunday. You don’t need to go in.”
    Stan snorted. “When did that ever stop either of us?”
    It was true. Even though Toby had been counting the days until he could go back to work, he wanted nothing more than to enjoy today. He’d be back at work, fresh and ready to go tomorrow.
    Stan picked up the bill from the table and stood up from his seat. “Plus I’m doing both our jobs here.”
    Toby got up from the table, finishing his last piece of toast. “Not for long.”
    It was closer to ten when Stanley dropped Toby off. With the nutrients from his breakfast and an extra zing in his step, he could deal with Alexa’s wrath for waking her up. He missed her.
    He burst into the bedroom. Alexa sat up quickly, her blonde hair a mess atop her head.
    “What the hell, Toby?” Her chest heaved.
    Toby sat on the edge of the bed. “Sorry to wake you.”
    “What time is it?”
    “Almost ten.” She checked the clock on the bedside table.
    She groaned. “You know I need my sleep.”
    He took her hand in his. “I know. I wanted to tell you something.”
    “You couldn’t have waited until after I woke up on my own?”
    “I’m better.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean ‘better’? The doctor said you had less than a year to live.”
    “I enrolled in a trial for a new drug,” he lied. It was something that Cal suggested. Most trials had anonymous recipients so even if anyone wanted to check it out, they wouldn’t be able to. “They’ve already seen incredible improvement. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I wanted to see how the results panned out. ”
    She removed her hand from under his and flicked her hair out of her face. “I must still be asleep.”
    Toby leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips.
    “Morning breath!” she exclaimed, jumping back and slapping a hand over her mouth.
    “I don’t care,” he said, almost giddy. “I have a whole new look on life, Alexa. I want us to move past this.”
    She shuffled off the other end of the bed and into the ensuite bathroom. Toby heard the rush of water from the faucet and her brushing her teeth. He had imagined a different outcome from her. She should be happy for him. For them.
    Toby went into the bathroom. He leaned against the door