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matter now.
    What he’d had to give hadn’t been enough for Andrea. He’d lost her, just as he’d lost Rachel and his mother. Because he was not enough. And he was never going to make the mistake of trying to love again.
    Now Rachel was back. He had every intention of not seeing her again before she left. He would have to plan his visits to Mrs. G. for when Rachel wouldn’t be around.
    Because this time he wouldn’t be left behind with a broken heart.
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    Silvery light filtered into the hospital room, filling in the shadows created by the bedside lamp.
    â€œIn the emergency room we…” Rachel paused asshe noticed Mom G. fighting to keep her eyes open. “Here, now. I’ve talked enough. You should rest.”
    Mom G. smiled slightly. “Your life sounds very interesting, dear.”
    â€œIt can be.” Satisfaction in her career grew through the research she’d done and the triage techniques she’d implemented so far. But so much more could be done to improve the quality of patient care, and every day she spent in the emergency room was a new adventure.
    She liked delivering babies the best. Liked the amazing miracle of life. God’s wondrous process for continuing humanity. Sometimes she’d thought about switching gears and going into obstetrics or pediatrics, but she didn’t want the emotional attachments those specialties would bring. In the E.R., patients came, they left. Her heart wasn’t at risk and her mind stayed focused on her goal.
    â€œRachel, would you read to me for a bit?”
    â€œOf course. What…?”
    Mom G. pointed to the small bedside table. “My Bible’s in the drawer.”
    She pulled out the black Bible, the same Bible that Mom G. had read to her from years ago. The worn black leather grew warm beneath her hands. “I remember this Bible.” She glanced at Mom G. For a moment it appeared Mom G. had fallen asleep. Then she opened her eyes and smiled. Rachel looked questioningly at her.
    Mom G. sighed. “I think the Psalms would be soothing.”
    Rachel opened the book and the once-familiar scent of Mom G.’s soft, powdery perfume wafted from theyellowed pages. A pang of nostalgia tugged at her heartstrings.
    â€œRachel?”
    She paused and glanced up. “Yes?
    â€œWould you do something for me?”
    â€œAnything.”
    Mom G. gazed at her intently. “Would you call Josh?”
    Rachel drew back. She didn’t want to talk with Josh. “Call him?”
    â€œI want to talk to you both.”
    â€œI’m sure he’ll come tomorrow.” Rachel would make sure she took the opportunity to speak with Dr. Kessler in his office while Josh visited so they wouldn’t have to see each other.
    Mom G. nodded. “Yes, but I want to make sure. I want to see you both together.”
    She lifted her brows. “Together?” Inside, she cringed. She’d come to town for Mom G., not to spend time with Josh.
    â€œPlease,” Mom G. implored.
    Rachel couldn’t deny her the request. If Mom G. wanted to see them together then they’d be here together. Even if seeing Josh was painful, Rachel would do it, for Mom G. “I’ll call him.” So much for keeping her distance.
    Mom G. relaxed. “Thank you.”
    Her chest hurt with love for Mom G. She leaned over and kissed her cheek. “You’re welcome.”
    She sat back and stared at the open Bible in her lap. She didn’t like the quiver of anticipation racing along her limbs at the thought of seeing Josh again. It was a purely physical reaction. Just because she found him attractive meant nothing.
    She read King David’s Psalms. Lord, speak to me. I need Your guidance. After all, she was who she was and the past was the past. There was only now, for Mom G. But Rachel didn’t feel comforted by that thought.
    A familiar sense of hurt filled her, reminding her of the pain loving Josh