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hands to brush her hair away. Over and over. With a contorted face, she danced in spasms and bent over, shaking her head, and swiped through her hair as if it were on fire. Again and again.
    At first he was alarmed that something was terribly wrong. He started for the door, hesitated, then glanced back out the window. She wasn’t calling for help. As she continued to gyrate and swat at the air, her fitful dance became…entertaining. Had something flown into her hair? If she gave one sign of being injured, he’d be down the stairs quicker than a three-star alarm. Until then, he’d watch from his prime position.
    She stopped just as suddenly as she’d started. She smoothed the skirt of her dress and patted down her hair, then glanced around, as if to check if anyone had seen her.
    A smile stretched across Jason’s face as he observed a new side of Claire. A humbled, slightly embarrassed side.
    Next he heard an unfamiliar noise. The sound of laughter. His laughter rumbling all the way up from his gut. It sounded like a foreign language, and he almost looked over his shoulder to see if someone else was making it.
    After he turned his back, as he replayed in his mind Claire freaking out and jumping around swatting at her hair, he continued to laugh, a solid belly laugh. Why had the incident struck him so funny? Because it was so out of character for the woman. He really shouldn’t be laughing at someone getting caught in a compromising situation. That was unkind, he thought as he wiped away tears from laughing so hard. She could have gotten stung by a bee and that would have hurt like hell. Though she’d shown no evidence of that. No, he shouldn’t laugh.
    Definitely no laughing.
    He turned around again. She sat back down on the bench and ate the other half of her sandwich, after she’d retrieved the first half and tossed it in the trash. Sheglanced around a second time, no doubt hoping no one had seen her antics. She was obviously unharmed, except for maybe her pride.
    And the replay of her dance in his mind made him laugh again. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
    A few minutes later, he sat back at his desk, still grinning.
    How odd it felt.
     
    The next morning, Jason stopped at Claire’s office door with an impish look on his face. It made her pause. He cleared his throat.
    “I brought you something,” he said. He reached into the sack he carried and withdrew a safari hat complete with a veil made of netting and handed it to her.
    “What’s this?” She stared at the object she’d only ever seen in the movies before.
    “In case you decide to eat outside today,” he said, one side of his mouth ticking into a smile.
    The blush started at her neck and promptly rose up her cheeks. “You saw me?”
    He nodded and grinned, a bright flash in his eyes.
    “The whole thing?”
    “As a physician, I needed to make sure you weren’t injured or anything.”
    She covered her eyes and grimaced. “I’m so embarrassed.”
    “Don’t be.” He looked uncomfortable, his teasing stance having vanished as quickly as it had appeared. “Please.” They shared a gaze, and she instinctively knew he’d meant no harm. “I’ve botched things up, Isee.” He scratched the side of his mouth. “I guess I’m out of practice.”
    “No,” she said, lifting the hat even as her cheeks heated to what she assumed to be bright red. “This is very funny. Really.”
    On an awkward note, he tipped his head and went to his office.
    Claire had to give him credit for trying to act like a regular person instead of a recluse. In fact it touched her. She collapsed into her chair and continued blushing for a few more moments, but decided her embarrassment was worth it to see Jason Rogers’s gorgeous smile.
    And, to remind her he had a sense of humor, she hung the beekeeper’s hat on the antique coat rack in the corner of her office.
    The next day, to her surprise, Jason personally escorted one of his patients to her New Diabetic