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envy them their family structure. It’s what she’d thought…deluded herself into thinking she’d have with Brad, but that hadn’t turnd out to be the case. “Fruit tart for everyone. And now I’ve really got to run.”
    She paused long enough to give Sarah a kiss. “I’ll be back tomorrow, sweetie,” she said. “Aunt Dinah is going to take good care of you and I think your cousins have a lot of plans for the evening.” She’d spent nights away from her daughter before, but it was never easy. Not even when it was her ownsister taking care of Sarah. One more kiss sufficed, though, before the trickle of tears started, then Angela scooted out the door and hurried to her car.
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    She was already well into her recipe prep, almost two hours now, and as far as she knew Mark hadn’t come into the restaurant. Two more hours of work at the hospital after she’d dropped Sarah off and she hadn’t seen him there. Now she’d caught herself craning to have a quick look through the pass-through more than she should have, then being oddly disappointed when she didn’t see him. But what did she expect? He didn’t like her, and while she wouldn’t go quite so far as to say she didn’t like him, she did recognize that their relationship was strained. Actually, it wasn’t even a relationship. More like a walking, breathing case of antagonism that crept up on them whenever the two of them happened to be in the same place at the same time.
    He fascinated her, though. She didn’t know why, couldn’t explain it, and maybe didn’t want to. But, yes, he did fascinate her. Which was why, deep down, she’d hoped he would come tonight. No date intended, of course.
    â€œWho would you be looking for?” Catie asked.
    â€œNo one.”
    â€œWhich is why you’ve been glancing longingly through the pass-through every five minutes for the past hour and a half.”
    â€œI invited someone to taste my sea bass, but I haven’t been glancing longingly,” she snapped.
    Catie laughed. “Must be a man, the way you’re all riled up.”
    â€œA colleague from the hospital.”
    â€œTall, dark and handsome? Likes two eggs over easy, dry wheat toast, a bowl of fruit and black coffee for breakfast every morning?”
    â€œEvery morning?” Angela asked.
    â€œEvery morning. No variations on a breakfast theme. Not ever.”
    â€œSounds boring.”
    â€œSounds like you’re trying to dodge my question,” Catie countered, chuckling. “But that’s OK. Everybody’s entitled to some privacy.”
    â€œThere’s nothing to be private about. He said he has dinner here quite often, and I offered him my Chilean sea bass puttanesca if he happened to stop by tonight. Which he hasn’t.”
    â€œActually, he has. He’s sitting in the alcove. You can’t see it from the pass-through. And he did ask for your sea bass, as a matter of fact.”
    Angela’s pulse sped up a blip. Then she took a deep breath to calm herself down. “I’ll have it ready for him in seven minutes.”
    â€œYou could make that a dinner for two, and join him. I mean, it’s almost closing time, there aren’t many people left in the dining room, and there’s really no reason for you being in the kitchen the rest of the evening, since we’ll be starting our closing prep in the next half hour. So, cook your meal for him, then join him.”
    â€œI can’t,” she whispered, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks. And it wasn’t a heat coming from the kitchen.
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œWe don’t get along. Not even a little bit. I think that if I were even in the same room with him while he was eating I’d ruin his digestion.”
    â€œYet he specifically wants your sea bass?” Catie shook her head. “If he thought you’d ruin his digestion, he’d