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plenty of rest, but he hadn’t said Josh couldn’t go out in public.
    “I just thought you might be going stir crazy in here.” I laughed a little to try to lighten what felt like an unsettling mood.
    “Yeah… that sounds good,” he said, though not very enthusiastically.
    “Great!” I said with enough enthusiasm for both of us.
    He looked down at his T-shirt and sweats. “Guess I should change.”
    As he walked past me into the bedroom, he stripped off his shirt, and I eyed him every step of the way. From his hard pecs to his rippled abs, there was good reason to swoon. I leaned against the fridge and continued to watch Josh as he stood in front of the closet. I missed the warmth of his body covering mine and the feel of his corded muscles under my palms. But his recovery was most important, and we’d have lots of time to make up for the lost nights. I shivered just thinking how good making up was going to be.
    Josh chose a blue button-down shirt and jeans and went into the bathroom, so my show was over. I hoped getting him out of the house might make him feel more normal. Sitting around all day had to be depressing for someone who was used to a full schedule of activity. He obviously couldn’t skate, and he’d also had to cancel his students’ piano lessons. Per the doctor’s orders, all he’d been able to do was watch TV, listen to music, and do light reading. Em and Sergei had handled most of the media requests, so Josh had only needed to do a few phone interviews about the accident.
    He came out in his new set of clothes, and the sweet, sexy scent of his cologne teased my nose. I put my arms around his waist and tilted my head to look up at him.
    “You’re the hottest date a girl could ask for,” I said.
    His lips barely curled into a smile, and he gave my shoulders a gentle squeeze before scooting toward his jacket. “A truly hot date would be able to drive his own car.”
    Was that what was bothering him? Being dependent on me?
    “You’ll be back behind the wheel soon. The doctor will probably clear you when you see him next week.”
    “Hope so,” he mumbled as he zipped up his jacket.
    I slowly put on my own and searched my purse for my keys. On the ride to the restaurant, I got Josh talking more when I asked him which movie he’d watched that day. He described the plot of The Blind Side , and we were still discussing it when we entered the dining room. Opening wasn’t for another hour, so only a few employees were there, my friend Meredith being one of them. She saw us and gave Josh a hug, which he stiffly returned.
    “Welcome back,” she said.
    “I’m just here for dinner.”
    “You’re lucky Ronnie’s not here or he’d try to put you to work.”
    Josh shoved his hands in his pockets. “Soon.”
    The restaurant’s chef cooked for the staff before the dinner shift, and that night he’d made shrimp pasta. Josh and I took our plates and sat at a table by the large windows. The view of Nantucket Sound was hidden by streaks of rain on the glass.
    I twirled the vermicelli around my fork and tried to think of something to break the silence that had set in. “I’m guessing your family isn’t flying out for Thanksgiving?”
    “I doubt it.”
    “Well, my mom will love having you over for dinner. She makes enough food to feed an army even though we’re a family of three.”
    Josh stabbed a shrimp with his fork. “The most I’ve ever seen my mom do in the kitchen is open a take-out container.”
    “So she never helped Stephanie make her vegan meals?”
    He shook his head as he chewed. “When Steph became a vegan a few years ago, my mom wasn’t exactly supportive. She told her if she wanted to be skinnier, she should go on a diet.”
    “Sadly, that doesn’t surprise me at all,” I said as I lifted my glass of water to my lips.
    I noticed Josh had been glancing behind me while we talked, so I turned and found the likely center of his attention — the piano.
    “It would probably