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woman again.”
    Hunter swallowed deeply, knowing what he said was true, but she’d never admit to him. “Sorry to disappointment you but—”
    â€œYou could never disappoint me, Hunter. Only pleasure me.”
    If his words were meant to take the wind from her sails, they succeeded. She wished he wouldn’t say things like that. Words that could slice through her common sense and make her want things she shouldn’t have. “Doesn’t matter.”
    â€œIt does to me. Let’s have dinner and talk about it.”
    That was the last thing she wanted to do—discuss how she’d come unglued in his arms. “I’d rather not.”
    â€œI wish you would. What I told you earlier was true. I’ve been sleeping for almost forty-eight hours.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œA lot of surgeries at the hospital.” He paused a moment and then added, “And I lost one of my patients during surgery last week.”
    His words sliced through her irritation. “Oh, Tyson, I’m so sorry to hear that.” Without realizing she was doing so, she reached out and touched his arm.
    He drew in a deep breath. “Doctors aren’t superheroes and we can only do so much but...”
    â€œBut you did your best.”
    â€œYes,” he agreed somberly. “I did my best. Unfortunately for Mr. Beaumont, my best wasn’t good enough.”
    A part of Hunter understood how Tyson was feeling. All she had to do was to recall that time when her grandfather had first taken ill. She had been at the hospital with him when a commotion out in the hall had drawn her attention. She’d stepped out in time to hear some family member of a person who’d just died accuse the doctor of not doing enough. The doctor had tried to calm the person down, saying he’d done all he could. Hunter had known the accusations hurled at the doctor had hurt. For a quick second she’d seen the agonized look in the doctor’s eyes. And then she’d understood. The man was a doctor but he was also a human being. Just like family members grieved for their lost loved ones, doctors grieved for the patients they lost.
    Tyson leaned down to pick up the folder she had dropped earlier. When he handed it to her, he said, “Look, I didn’t mean to mention that. I asked you to dinner, not to attend a pity party.”
    â€œI’m glad because a pity party isn’t what you’re going to get. If the offer for dinner still stands, then I’ll take it.”
    He eyed her curiously. “Why did you change your mind?”
    â€œBecause although you have the ability to irritate me, I do need to go over these with you,” she said, handing the folder back to him. “And I really should be nice to you.”
    At the sensual gleam that suddenly appeared in his eyes, she quickly said, “Not that nice.”
    He chuckled. “And why do you think you should be nice to me?”
    â€œThanks to you, I have three new clients. I appreciate the referrals.”
    Tyson shrugged. “No big deal.”
    â€œIt’s my business we’re talking about, so to me it is a big deal. Thank you.”
    â€œYou’re welcome. But there’s one thing I forgot to mention about dinner.”
    She looked up at him. “What?”
    â€œIt’s at my place.”
    She frowned, not liking how he’d easily maneuvered that one. There was no way he could have forgotten to mention that earlier. “I thought you couldn’t cook.”
    â€œI can’t,” he said, heading for the door. “But I know how to pick up takeout. I hope you like Thai food.”
    Hunter did, but she wasn’t sure having dinner at his place was a smart idea. She was about to tell him so when he added over his shoulder, “I’ll text you my address. See you in an hour.”
    And then he opened the door and walked out, closing it behind him.

Chapter 6
    H unter stared at the