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twin sister, Stefanie. Nichelle said that Stefanie is always talking about how much she wants her brother to find someone he can settle down with now that he’s out of the Navy.”
    “But he isn’t out of the Navy.” In fact, he’d said that he could be returning in a matter of weeks.
    Anita hunched her shoulders. “I’m just passing along what Nichelle told me.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” Callie said, waving her off. “I’m not so sure having quickies with him would be smart.”
    “Are you serious?” Anita set down the string of Christmas lights she was untangling and swiveled in her chair. “Callie, have you taken a good look at that man?”
    Yes, she had. She’d seen him with a damp t-shirt plastered to his chest, outlining all those rolling muscles. She’d seen him with enough heat in his eyes to set her skin on fire. Heat directed at her. All she’d had to say was yes. One simple word and she would have seen everything Stefan had to offer.
    Callie pulled her lab coat more securely across her chest, hoping to hide her hardening nipples.
    Grabbing the lights and hooks, Anita pushed away from the reception desk and started for the pet toy display shelf where she traditionally hung the holiday decorations. She looked over at Callie. “If there is a God, you and Stefan Sutherland will be in bed together by the end of the week.”
    “Oh, I’m so sure that’s high on God’s priority list,” Callie snorted.
    “You’re due,” Anita called over her shoulder.
    Callie just shook her head as she went in to scrub for the first of five surgeries she had scheduled. She was just finishing up the first one when Mariska poked her head into the surgical room.
    “Dr. Webber, a patient was just brought in. Evan’s with her in exam room one.”
    “We’re closed to patients this afternoon. Is it an emergency?”
    “The patients’ owner says it is.”
    “I’ll be right there.” Callie checked to make sure the golden retriever she’d just neutered was doing okay before shucking her gloves and quickly making her way to exam room one.
    She entered to find Stefan with a haggard look on his face. Sandy was on the exam table, preening like a queen.
    “Something’s wrong with her,” Stefan said without preamble. “When I got home after my jog she was whining and walking with this jerky motion. And then she started making this gaking sound, and her entire body was trembling like crazy. Then she went into the bathroom and out comes this thing onto the rug. I think she may have thrown up a piece of her small intestine or something. I put it in a bag and brought it here.”
    Evan was standing next to the framed poster of avian anatomy, a sarcastic look etched across his face. He held up a brown bag. “Hairball.”
    Stefan whipped around. “What?”
    Smirking, Evan shook his head and said, “Newbie,” as he exited the room.
    Callie rolled her eyes. Teenagers . She would reprimand him later about his attitude.
    “It sounds like Sandy coughed up a hairball.” She gave Sandy’s head a rub, then lifted her eyelids, making sure everything looked okay. “It’s nothing to worry about.”
    “That huge wet cigar looking thing is a hairball?”
    Callie nodded, trying her hardest not to laugh. She would be no better than Evan if she made fun of him. “It’s scary for someone who isn’t familiar with cats, but rest assured that it is perfectly normal.”
    “Holy shit.” Stefan collapsed onto the stool and clutched a hand to his chest. “I thought the damn cat had coughed up an internal organ.”
    “I don’t think she would be sitting here doing her best Cleopatra impersonation if that was the case.”
    Callie inspected the stitches on her injured ear. The tabby looked a lot healthier than she had just a few days ago. Her new owners seemed to be taking good care of her.
    “Is she eating regularly? Using her litter box?”
    “Yeah,” Stefan said. Standing again, he walked over to the exam table.
    Callie gave