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by babysitting Anthony and by offering them both a place to stay. But she couldn’t very well throw out him and the baby.
    She’d meant what she’d said about boundaries, though.
    So how did she go about encouraging Max to find a job and to help out around the house, when he’d probably see that encouragement as interference?
    She stole a glance at her brother, who held little Anthony with stiff arms and a tender expression. Anyone looking at him could tell he had feelings for the baby, even though he’d only known about him for a short time. It was obvious that he wanted to do right by his son. That, she decided, counted for a great deal.
    As the door swung open, and a nurse called an elderly woman for her appointment, Kirsten found herself scanning the back room of the clinic, trying to spot the handsome orthopedic surgeon she’d met yesterday.
    But what if she did see him? What then?
    A man like that was probably only interested in sophisticated, stylish women with high-profile careers and social connections.
    Still, each time the door to the exam rooms opened, each time someone in a lab coat walked by, Kirsten couldn’t help searching for the doctor with sun-streaked hair and intensive blue eyes who had consumed her thoughts.
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    Jeremy was looking over an X-ray of a fractured scaphoid bone in a teenage boy’s hand, a break that had actually occurred years earlier.
    Last night, the kid had fallen during a basketball game and twisted his wrist. And since he was still complaining of pain this morning, his mother had brought him into the clinic, suspecting that he might have a serioussprain or a break. But the fall had only aggravated an old injury. And it was a good thing that it had brought him in today. If the original break had continued to go untreated, the teenager might have eventually lost the full use of his hand.
    As it was, he would need surgery and a bone graft to correct it.
    â€œDr. Fortune?”
    Jeremy turned to see Millie, the receptionist, standing in the doorway.
    â€œI’m sorry to bother you, Doctor, but Kirsten Allen is here again. You know, the woman you were asking me about yesterday?”
    Jeremy’s pulse rate spiked at the news, but he maintained an unaffected facial expression. “Thanks, Millie. Where is she?”
    â€œIn the waiting room.”
    As much as Jeremy would like to go out and talk to her, he had to discuss his findings with the teenage patient and his mother who were waiting for the results of the X-ray.
    â€œDo me a favor,” Jeremy said. “Can you have Kirsten called into an exam room? And then let me know where I can find her?”
    Millie’s brow twitched, as if she found the request a little unusual, but she didn’t ask his reason for it. Instead, she nodded. “I’ll see what I can do.”
    â€œThank you. I appreciate that.” Jeremy didn’t usually ask for favors, like moving people up in line. But Kirsten had left yesterday without waiting to be seen, and hedidn’t want that to happen again. Not before he had a chance to see her and talk to her again.
    While Millie went to do as she was asked, Jeremy returned to the exam room to tell the teenager and his mother about the fracture and explain the surgery and healing process.
    Ten minutes later, he made his way to room four, which had been assigned to Anthony Allen, Kirsten’s infant son.
    He knocked lightly, then opened the door, eager to see the attractive woman again, to get a chance to talk to her. But when he spotted a man in the room with her, his heart slammed against his chest.
    Damn. She was married—or at least involved with someone.
    Well, of course she was. What made him even think that she might not be?
    A striking resemblance to the dream woman, that was what. And an overactive imagination for another. See what happened when a man read too much into a random dream and followed a hunch?
    Trying not to stammer or to