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He shook his head. “No. She’s not budging. Not much more we can do.”
“I’ll try some more,” Shelly said. “Can I bring her down to radiology? They called and said they were ready when we could get her down.”
“Go ahead,” Blaze said.
Shelly moved away, and Erika did the same, leaving the two of them standing at the desk with Maddy clearing her throat.
She turned to the older woman. “Yes?”
Maddy leaned over the counter closer to them. “You two are going to set off the alarms pretty soon. Seriously, how long are you going to deny it?”
“Nothing to deny,” she said, putting a smile on her face. She needed it. Even if for only a moment.
“Really?” Maddy asked. “You’re admitting you’re in a relationship?”
She looked at Blaze, who said, “Doesn’t seem there is a reason to hide it. Not that we were.”
“That’s right,” she said. “We weren’t or aren’t. Just not being vocal about it.”
“Like giving her a kiss right here,” Maddy whispered.
“Not happening,” she said.
“Nope,” he said. “And I’ve got patients.”
“I’ve got work to do too. You know where I am if you need me down here again, but I don’t think Miranda is changing her mind.”
“Probably not,” Maddy said and went back to her computer.
She turned to leave, her laptop clutched to her chest, but Blaze’s voice stopped her.
“Any updates? You said you were going to call Tate today.”
“I did.” She let out a breath, her fingers gripping the metal in front of her tighter. “Nothing. I knew it’d happen. No witnesses. Nothing on the security tapes either. Just me, the car, and that damn note.”
His jaw flexed. “You think it was random? That someone just singled you out to do this to? Or they have the wrong person?”
“I’m trying to consider that,” she said, her tone low and weary, making sure no one else could hear them. “I keep telling myself it was some prank, someone being stupid. And that maybe, whoever it was… got it out of their system.”
“Yeah,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing. “Me too.”
But they both knew better.
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RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES
“Ididn’t think you were going to cook dinner for us tonight,” Arden said two days later. “What do you say to Dr. Blaze, Gracie?”
“Thank you. What did you make?”
He laughed. He knew that would be the first question. “Chicken strips, cheesy bread, or my version of it, cooked carrots, and mashed potatoes.”
“I love those things,” Gracie said, her eyes wide enough to match her grin.
He knew. Arden had told him before. Not to mention the times he’d been eating with them and saw what the little girl consumed.
“Sounds like a good dinner for a six-year-old,” Arden said, coming in the front door.
