Poison Me
with me to see one of my patients. She’s having repeated headaches and I’ve tried everything I can think of. I sure could use your advice. You know your stuff better than any doctor I’ve ever met.”
    “I bet babies scream for their mamas when they see her coming,” Ellie said when they were out of earshot.
    “Too bad men don’t.” Chanel watched Tracy lean into Jake and giggle loudly at something he said. Chanel massaged her birthmark.
    Ruby looked compassionately at her. “Don’t worry about Tracy Pullman, sweetheart. Notice how he’s leaning away. He wouldn’t be interested in someone who acts, or flaunts herself, like that. He’s just being nice to her.”
    Chanel wondered if Jake was just being nice to her as well. He must be the type of guy who flirted with everybody.
    Tracy pulled Jake down the long hallway.
    Ellie glowered. “What a slut.”
    Chanel whirled around, unable to hide a chuckle. “Oh, Ellie. You don’t know she’s a slut.”
    “Look at her.” Ellie pointed. “If she isn’t a hooker, why does she show the whole world her underwear?”
    The top of Tracy’s thong hung out of her low-riding nurse’s uniform. “You’ve got a point, Ellie, my friend,” Chanel said.
    Jake and Tracy disappeared around the corner, and Chanel turned away with a sigh.
    “Don’t worry.” Ruby patted her hand. “Jake never went for the floozies.”
    Chanel laughed. “Really? So who does Jake go for?”
    Ruby smiled with tight lips, sorrow radiating from her dark gaze as she clutched Chanel’s hand. “The angels.”
    Chanel sobered. “Oh.” She studied Ruby’s hand covering hers. “Guess I’m out of the running.” Chanel’s face went red. She’d just admitted to Jake’s grandmother that she was interested in being in the running.
    The lines around the older woman’s eyes softened. “I know an angel when I see one.” She squeezed Chanel’s hand tighter and then released it.
    The front door slid open, and a boy sprinted through the gap. “Gramma Rue! Gramma Rue!” He crossed the distance and threw his arms around her legs. Ruby sank onto a chair, lifting him onto her lap.
    “Trevor, sweetheart. I’m so glad you came to see me. I’ve been missing you.”
    “Missed you too.” He laid a slobbery kiss on her cheek, then jumped from her arms and did laps around the room.
    An exhausted, obviously pregnant woman entered the building and immediately took up pursuit of the child. “Trevor, honey, you can’t run in here.” After several circles she righted a chair he’d knocked over, straightened the rug he’d twisted, and gave up trying to catch him. “Don’t break anything,” she admonished. Leaning back to counteract the heaviness of her abdomen, the young mother walked slowly forward.
    Ruby gave her a hug. “Come sit down, sweetie.”
    “But Trevor—”
    “Oh, don’t worry about him.” Ruby directed her to an arrangement of couches. “He’ll be fine, Brinley. No one is in here but us.”
    Chanel started to walk away. Ellie grabbed her arm. “Stay with us. You need to meet Brinley, Jake’s sister.”
    Chanel’s eyes widened. She looked closer at the dark-haired woman. She was the female version of Jake. Tall, dark, and beautiful, with wispy hair layered around her face. Chanel guessed that under normal circumstances she would be thin, but currently she looked about nine months pregnant.
    They settled into the semicircle of couches by the unlit fireplace. The little boy darted under, over, and around furniture with no hint of exhaustion. Chanel watched his mother, wondering if she ever slept.
    “This is my granddaughter, Brinley,” Ruby said.
    Chanel stretched across the couch to shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
    “You too.” Brinley’s manicured fingers returned to holding her abdomen and rocking slowly as if the baby was already here. “You’re the new activities director?”
    “Uh-huh.”
    Brinley smiled. “No wonder Jake is so excited about

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