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dressed and ready to take over. “Time to take your vitals,” she said to Brooke.
    Brooke complied, having her blood pressure and temperature taken. When the nurse finished her exam, she gave her a reassuring smile. “You look well-rested.”
    â€œI’m feeling much better today.”
    â€œYou got dizzy just a second ago.”
    Brooke didn’t think she’d seen that. “Stupid of me to spin Leah around. I won’t do that again. We’re going down for breakfast.”
    â€œOkay, I’ll hold Leah on the way downstairs.”
    â€œActually, I’d like to hold her.”
    Nurse Jacobs narrowed her eyes and debated until Brooke added, “You’ll be right by my side. We’ll go down together.”
    Once it was all settled, they headed to the kitchen. They heard cupboards being opened and slammed shut and curses being muttered by Nick in hushed tones. The odor of burnt toast filled the air. Brooke walked in with Leah in her arms, took one look at the kitchen in disarray with greasyfrying pans on the stovetop, blackened bread in the toaster and Nick, dressed in a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt that hugged his male frame, looking frustrated and out of sorts.
    Brooke immediately grinned. “I didn’t feel the tornado this morning. Did you, Leah?”
    The baby looked at her quizzically.
    Nick cast Brooke a quick glance. “Carlotta’s got the morning off, not that she cooks anyway, but at least she can boil water and make toast. Looks like I can do neither.”
    Brooke took in the state-of-the-art appliances and fully functional workstation. “It’s a great kitchen. You don’t have a cook?”
    â€œNot since my father passed away. The cook retired and we’ve managed without her up until now. Tony’s gone and Joe spends his time at the office or with his fiancée. Which leaves me. I’ve been fending for myself, not very well I might add, interviewing a little, but no one’s worked out.” He picked up the phone. “I’ll call for delivery. What would you ladies like for breakfast?”
    Brooke shook her head. “Jeez, that bump on my head didn’t obliterate my cooking skills. I’ll fix breakfast. It’s the least I can do. I make a mean omelet. Let me at this kitchen and I’ll have breakfast on the table in half an hour.” Nick put the phone down slowly and Brooke took over. “Here, hold Leah a minute while I raid your refrigerator.”
    She put Leah in Nick’s arms and her daughter snuggled in looking comfortable, while Nick looked anything but. He tried to hand her off to Nurse Jacobs and the wily nurse stepped back and shook her head. “ Brooke is my patient.” She winked at Brooke. Nick sat down at the kitchen table with a twist of his lips and Leah latched onto his shirt.
    Brooke opened his double stainless steel refrigerator andbegan taking out ingredients. “It’s well stocked, which is good news.” She immersed herself in her task, enjoying the process. She quickly whipped together three of the lightest, fluffiest omelets she’d ever made, pan-fried potatoes and a fresh fruit salad. Coffee brewed in the pot and while she cooked, Nurse Jacobs set the table.
    â€œHow’s Leah doing over there?” Brooke asked. She’d been keeping an eye on the two of them.
    â€œIs she always this fidgety?” Nick asked as Leah tried to crawl her way up his chest. She pulled at his shirt and brought her little hand up to swipe at his chin. He set her back down onto his lap. “I think I liked her better when she was sleeping.”
    Brooke smiled. “She’s an absolute angel …when she’s sleeping. Okay, all set. I’ll dish it up. I hope you like lots of veggies and avocado.”
    There was still tension between them, but she wouldn’t have to deal with it too much longer because Brooke was leaving today. She was eager and