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what’re your symptoms?”
    â€œI was in a meeting and my head started to buzz and my stomach started to hurt and within five minutes, I felt like I was going to pass out. Fortunately, Melinda saw it happen and was all over it. She and Brant got me out of there before I could puke in the White House.”
    â€œDid she have her hands on you?” Sam asked of the blonde bombshell agent she called Secret Service Barbie.
    â€œRelax. I didn’t feel a thing other than the need to puke.”
    â€œI love how she’s jealous even when you’re sick as hell,” Harry said with a laugh.
    â€œThat’s my girl,” Nick said, his eyes closing. “True blue.” His hand found hers, and he linked their fingers.
    No matter what the circumstances, he always knew how to handle her, and Sam didn’t mind being handled as long as he was the one doing it.
    â€œI don’t think either of them needs more than rest and fluids. Unfortunately, it’s got to run its course. If they get any worse, don’t hesitate to call 911 and get them to the hospital.”
    â€œThat’s it? That’s all we can do?”
    â€œFor now. I’ll be checking in with you, and we’ll keep tabs on how they’re doing. Try not to worry. I know it’s hard to see them so sick, but you should see a big improvement by tomorrow. The most important thing is keeping them hydrated. Push the fluids.”
    â€œAll right. If you’re sure.”
    He kissed her forehead. “I’m a phone call away if you need me. I promise they’re going to be fine.”
    For the first time since she’d seen Nick looking like death warmed over, Sam relaxed ever so slightly. She wouldn’t completely relax, however, until they were both back to normal.
    After she and Harry checked once more on their sleeping patients, she walked him downstairs and gave him a hug at the door. “Thanks for coming.”
    â€œAnytime. Don’t hesitate to call me if they get any worse, okay?”
    â€œYou’ll be the first to know.”
    He passed Lindsey McNamara on the ramp, and they exchanged a few words before Brant admitted Lindsey.
    â€œIs it safe to come in?” Lindsey asked.
    â€œEnter at your own risk,” Sam said. “We’re down hard with the flu.”
    â€œYikes.”
    â€œAt least my suspension is well-timed. I’m needed here for the next few days.”
    â€œSilver lining,” Lindsey said with a smile. She glanced at Josh, who sat on the sofa, his leg still bouncing nervously. “Are you going to tell me what this is about?”
    â€œI can’t. Not yet anyway. But suffice to say it’s a matter of paternity, and if it turns out to be something, it’s gonna be huge.”
    â€œSay no more.”
    Sam introduced her to Josh, and Lindsey explained the process of obtaining a cheek swab to test his DNA.
    â€œHow long will it take to get results?” he asked.
    â€œI’ll put a rush on it, but it could be four or five days.”
    â€œHow will you know if someone is a match to my DNA?”
    Lindsey glanced at Sam before she replied. “The basic DNA fingerprint or profile that we use for law enforcement or human identity purposes is called the nuclear or autosomal STR profile. STR means short tandem repeat, which describes repeating segments of DNA code at particular locations on the human genome.”
    Josh’s eyes glazed over as Lindsey explained the technicalities.
    â€œWe’ll be looking for a match to your biological father,” she said when she seemed to realize she’d lost him. “The Y chromosome is passed down from father to son. The Y-STR profile for a father and a son should exactly match, except in rare cases of mutation. So this wouldn’t work for identifying a daughter, because a girl wouldn’t have the Y chromosome. The lab will rely upon a combination of information from autosomal STRs and