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be blank, but her voice was hopeful. “I don’t understand why her levels would fluctuate that much in a matter of days.”
    She nodded to whatever the other person on the phone had just said. “I agree. That’s the best course of treatment at the moment. Thanks, Jake.” She checked her wristwatch. “I’ll be at the hospital in a couple of hours and I’ll check in on her.”
    She nodded again to whatever was being said.
    “Thanks again. I’ll talk to you later.” She hung up.
    “Trouble at work?” Devon wanted to help in any way that he could.
    Her fake smile got wider. “It’s nothing.”
    He could tell by her tone, that she wasn’t going to talk about it. Clearly, something was bothering her, but her friends were right. She compartmentalized and right now she wasn’t at work so she wouldn’t talk about it.
    She tucked her phone in the little zippered pocket in the back of her running shorts. “No doubt in my absence, my friends have given you the run down on me and interrogated you about your personal life.”
    “They love you. I’m sure my friends will do the same when you meet them. God knows my mother is waiting to tell embarrassing stories about me. When she launches into the one about me driving across the border into Mexico—it’s mostly a lie.
    Laney’s smile turned genuine, and then her shoulders relaxed against his hand. He could all but see her lock away the professional side of herself and pick up the off–duty version from a few minutes ago. “Mostly?”
    “Okay—it maybe more truth than lie, but I’d rather you not know the real me until I know you like me back.” He replayed what he’d just said. “That sounded so much better in my mind.” He should drop his hand, but he needed to touch her.
    A bell dinged behind them and Devon turned around to find that the chef had placed four plates of food out to the side of the burner.
    “If you’re willing to forget about Mexico, I’ll willing to serve your food.” Devon grinned. “You look awfully hungry.”
    She laughed. “What happens in Mexico stays in Mexico.”
    He guessed that she’d successfully made the transition from doctor back to just plain old Laney. Why couldn’t she mix the two?
    “What’s the most reckless thing you’ve ever done?” Her eyes were bright.
    Had he missed something? “I don’t understand.”
    “Reckless. What’s the most reckless thing you’ve ever done?” She pegged him with her Caribbean blue eyes.
    “Why?” He wasn’t sure where she was going with this.
    “I’ve never toilet papered a house, mooned anyone, or ding–dong ditched.” She took a deep breath. “I’ve never done anything reckless.”
    At first he thought she was kidding. How had anyone gotten through high school without toilet papering someone’s yard? Hell, his friend Clint and his schoolteacher wife Summer got hit at least once a semester. Well, until he and Clint had devised a little plan that involved motion–censored sprinklers on the roof. Anyone who tried to paint that yard white got a serious soaking.
    Maybe all her questions last night really had been for informational purposes. More than anything he’d ever wanted, he’d wanted to spend the night with her. But sex was just sex and he wanted more from her and from himself.
    “Reckless, let me see.” He chewed on the inside of his cheek thinking. “You’re going to have to be more specific—reckless physically, reckless emotionally, reckless stupid—I’ve done so many things I regret that it’s hard to choose just one.”
    “See that’s what I’m talking about. I turn thirty tomorrow and I have no regrets.” She shook her head. “It’s pathetic.”
    “You could moon me right now, and I’ll pretend to be shocked.” He shaded his eyes with his hand as he scanned the area. “I see some condos over there. We could ding–dong ditch.”
    “That’s a nice thought, but those aren’t condos, that an Alzheimer’s Care Unit. Ding–dong ditching