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manager?”
    “Yeah.” Quenby wanted so badly to reach for him, but she knew that wouldn’t be right. “You’re, uh, you’re in school down in Georgia, right? Where?”
    “I was at UGA for undergrad, and I’m at Emory now for med school.”
    “How do you like it?”
    A slow smile crossed his face. “It’s okay. Something to do anyway.” He reached out toward her. It seemed for a second like he was going to touch her again, but then he grabbed his fork and started tapping it against his plate.
    “So what made you want to be a doctor?”
    “I want to help people. I can’t remember ever wanting to be anything else to tell you the truth. It makes me feel really good when I can help other people feel better.”
    A thrill went through Quenby as she remembered kissing him by the pond. He had certainly made her feel better.
    “What I really want to do after school is join Doctors Without Borders.”
    Quenby nodded and said, “It’s good to know what you want and go for it.
    Caleb’s eyes burned into hers. “Yeah. It is.”
    Quenby looked away, every inch of her on fire.
    “That’s the deal I made with Dad,” he said. “He’s footing the bill for med school. I’m doing Doctors Without Borders for a few years after my residency, and then I’ll join his practice group.”
    “Your dad’s a doctor, too? What kind?”
    “Surgeon.”
    “Wow.”
    He grimaced, then quickly changed his expression to a smile. “He’s one of the best. Makes sure everyone knows it, too.” After a brief silence, he said, “So, how you feeling after your night last night?”
    She laughed dryly. “Marvelous.” Feeling like they’d stumbled into territory they needed to escape, she decided to turn the conversation elsewhere yet again.

    Sports. She always defaulted to sports. Just the way her brain worked, she guessed. Asking him what he thought of the Redskins’s new quarterback, she felt like she was out of danger. At least for the moment.

 
     
     
    Chapter 6
    After brunch, the three of them went back to Quenby’s building. She’d volunteered to take them to the airport when it was time for their flight, so they decided to hang out there for a while. Macon didn’t follow Quenby and Caleb upstairs to Quenby’s condo right away; she stayed in the car a few minutes to have yet another conversation—read argument—with Adia on her phone. Whenever Macon and Adia tried to talk out their issues, things inevitably ended in a fight. Quenby had learned to leave Macon alone when it came to not getting past her breakup with Adia. It was either that or forget about her friendship with Macon.
    Quenby unlocked the front door, and Caleb held it open for her. His arm brushed hers as he did. She tripped over her own feet stepping over the threshold. Caleb put his hand on the small of her back to steady her. She looked up at him, her heart pounding and her skin on fire from his touch even though the fabric of her blouse separated his hand from her flesh. Ever since brunch, all she could think about was tasting him again.
    He bit his lower lip in an obvious attempt to suppress a grin. “You okay?”
    “Yeah,” she murmured, stumbling away from his touch. She still couldn’t make up her mind about whether she wanted this rebound fling or not. So much could go wrong. What if she realized she wanted more than a few hours with him while he was sitting on a plane that was taking him back to Georgia? She already felt a pull to him. She should quit now while she could.
    “Let’s go inside.” His voice was husky and low, and it did nothing to stop the dirty little thoughts running through her mind.
    “Okay.”
    Once they were inside, he shut the door behind them. He pulled a few strands of her hair between his fingers and played with them.
    “I had a great time talking with you at brunch,” Caleb said, moving his other hand to the back of her neck. She shivered when he trailed his fingers over the fine hairs there.
    “Caleb, this