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wave back at my ogling neighbor who is walking her dog down the street. There are downsides to running without a shirt. Mrs. Vance makes me feel just plain weird.
    “It’s about Wednesday . . . our date?”
    “Oh, okay. Do you want to cancel?”
    She sighs deeply, making the phone speaker go fuzzy for a second. “No, I don’t want to cancel. It’s actually the last thing I want to do. But my sister has a meeting in Montgomery that night, so I’m babysitting at her house. Simon has to be in bed by nine, and she probably won’t be home until close to midnight. Can we maybe reschedule? I know your time is limited, so don’t feel obligated.”
    “So she didn’t kill you, after all?”
    “Thankfully, no,” Kyler says. “But if it ever happens again and you never hear from me again, you’ll know what happened to me. Uh, umm . . . not saying that I’ll be with you forever.” She growls softly. “And I’m not saying that I wouldn’t want to. I just . . . I . . . I’m shutting up now.”
    “Kyler?” I allow a devious grin to curl my lips. “Do I make you nervous?”
    “Isn’t it obvious?”
    “A little.”
    She begins to stammer again, but I stop her.
    “But let me tell you a little secret. I kinda like it.” I glance down at my watch again before taking it off and setting it next to the bathroom sink. I’ll need to get back to the hospital soon.
    “Well, that’s a relief since I don’t see it stopping anytime soon.”
    Ah, hell. Who needs sleep? “Good. Because I have an idea. Are you busy tonight?”
    “Umm, no. But I thought you were working today.”
    Kicking off my shoes and stepping out of my shorts, I pull the shower curtain back and turn the water on to heat up. “I’m about to go into the hospital for a while, but if you’re not opposed to a really late dinner, I’d love to see you. As long as there isn’t too much excitement at the hospital, I’d say we could meet around nine. Is that too late for you?”
    “Nine is great. I’m a night owl. Where do you want to meet? Is there someplace still open at that time?”
    I’m going for broke here, so I might as well throw in all my chips. “I was thinking about Chinese takeout at my place.”
    “Okaaaay,” she draws out. “Sounds like we have a date.”
    “We sure do. I’ll text you my address, and I’ll also call you when I’m on my way home. If something comes up at the hospital, and I can’t get away, we may have to move dinner there. Either way, I promise to see you tonight.”
    Her throaty giggle tickles my ear. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Dr. Hoover.”
    Well, well. The little vixen is trying to flirt with me.
    “I never do.”

 
     
    WELL, SO MUCH for nine o’clock.
    Thankfully, I’m finally on my way home, but nearly an hour late. And I smell faintly of whiskey-laced vomit, thanks to the drunk who came in with alcohol poisoning.
    I called Kyler on my way out of the hospital, and she offered to pick up the food on her way, so I’d have time to shower. I don’t typically love the idea of letting the woman buy my food, but tonight, I’m exhausted and willing to make an exception. This one time.
    Leaving the front door open in case Kyler gets here before I’m out of the shower, I make a beeline straight to my bedroom, stepping into the closet to grab some clothes, and get into the shower for the third time today. That’s pretty typical for me when I’m at the hospital most of the day, and especially so when any bodily fluids are involved.
    I make it as quickly as I can, scrubbing fast but thoroughly. After shutting the water off, I listen carefully for any noises in the house, and it appears she still hasn’t made it, which gives me a few minutes to straighten everything up. I only halfway dry off, step into my shorts, and jog around the house to pick up any stray dishes or laundry. I’m typically a fairly neat guy, but I haven’t had a whole lot of time to clean the last couple of days.
    When