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girl. She had a liveliness that she found contagious.
    “My brother always gets what he wants.” Chantelle arched an eyebrow, her mouth pursed to add emphasis.
    “I have to get to a dinner appointment. Are you able to eat?”
    “Yes, although the food sucks.” Naomi had barely been able to get more than a few forks of food into her mouth earlier today.
    “I’ll order you a baked chicken dinner from a friend’s restaurant. I’m sure the portions will be too much, but eat what you can.”
    “Thank you.” Naomi couldn’t keep up with this guy always sitting in the driver’s seat. She’d tell him a thing or two—after she ate the food.
    “You know you should just say what’s on your mind,”he interrupted. “Otherwise, I’ll have to keep looking at your mouth twitching and those eyes shooting daggers.”
    “With all your resources, I would like you to recommend a hotel.” She refused to budge from her position. She’d never been a burden on anyone and didn’t want to start now.
    Zack pulled out his cell phone. He stepped out of the room and down the hallway, selecting a spot where he could talk. Normally people wanted to please him, do his bidding, tell him what he wanted to hear. This woman he’d met only two days ago certainly didn’t count herself as one of his avid fans and definitely not an admirer.
    The phone rang and he spoke briefly to the other party.
    Maybe she thought he had ulterior motives for the invitation. He behaved honorably, although his thoughts may have strayed to contemplating things he had no business contemplating. For instance, no significant other had rushed to her side in the past few days. He hoped that she didn’t have to hurry back home to anyone. Why did that mole on her neck draw his attention in the worst way?
    He stepped back into the room and held out his phone to Naomi. “My mother wants to talk to you.”
    “What?” Shock was evident on her face.
    “I tried to explain to my mother that you were uncomfortable accepting her invitation. She’d like to speak to you.” This time he set down the phone on the bedside table and stepped back.
    “Oh, you fight dirty, bro. But I like,” Chantelle whispered, grinning enough for both of them.
    He watched Naomi slowly take the phone. Mothers all over the world seemed to have the effect of making someone sit up straight. In Naomi’s case, she tried as best as she could to sit up. Her “yes, ma’am” responses were priceless. Sometimes she began an explanation, but it quickly died. She’d learn that the Keathleys rarely swayed from their position.
    “Well, that was unnecessary.” Naomi glared at him as she ended the call.
    “Have you changed your mind?”
    “I didn’t have a choice, did I?”
    “Then I would declare my actions as necessary.” Zack motioned to Chantelle to help readjust the pillows. “I know you’ve made my sister happy. She looks forward to bonding with you.”
    Naomi frowned. “You just don’t know how much I admire you,” Chantelle said.
    “It’s okay.” Naomi looked flustered, but pleased with his sister’s attention.
    After setting up an informal schedule, Chantelle said her goodbyes and left.
    Zack walked to the door and paused. “I want you to relax and recover. You don’t have to worry that you’ll have to deal with me. I don’t live there.” What the heck was wrong with him? She didn’t need to know about his life. He irritated her and that was very clear.
    “Nice to know.” She made a face at him.
    He smiled as he exited the hospital. He won that round, not that he was keeping score. And what did it matter? She might not stick around long enough to engage him in a battle of wills. He was surprised at his disappointment.

Chapter Three
    N aomi didn’t care for the car drive or ferry ride to Mercer Island. Her body ached, and exhaustion continued to plague her. The bright spot was having her grandmother at her side. She doubted if Mrs. Keathley could have swayed her