Page 51 of Second Shot at Love

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“I’m so hungry I could eat anything.”

“So, do you want pasta or do you want an omelet?Or both?”

She pressed against her forehead, her thoughts still fuzzy.“You really did cook for me last night, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t eat it.”

“It’s okay.”

“I feel bad.”

“Don’t.I ate it.It was good.It wasreallygood.Just so you know.”

“Oh, Kyle.”

“Hey, it just means you’ll have to come again sometime.”

She closed her eyes, but again felt that edge of desperation.“What did you say to the hospital?Who did you speak to?”

“I spoke to someone in reception—I can’t remember her name—and said you were sick and unable to come in.”

“But they were shorthanded as it was.And I’m really not sick, so I feel bad about not being there.”And how was she going to prove her team-player status when she was acting like Goran and not showing up?

“Well, they’re not expecting you in.So you can decide what you want to do about that.”

She winced, but he was right.At this stage it would look weird her suddenly appearing.And it wasn’t like she didn’t have some sick days accrued.“I’m really sorry for causing so much trouble.”

“Are you kidding me?Helping you out like this has been the best thing.And if it means I get to spend some time with you then that’s great.”

She scoffed.“Please.We haven’t even really talked let alone spent time together.”

“I beg to differ.I spent time with you, even if you spent most of that time asleep.”

“Do you mean to sound creepy?”

He chuckled, and the warmth in that sound ignited heat in her chest.She had always enjoyed listening to his laugh.

“I promise, I didn’t sit here all night watching you.I had to leave when you began to snore.”

“I don’t snore!”

“How do you know?”

Good point.“That’s rude to point out if it is true.”

He smiled.“You don’t snore.Not really big lung-clearing snores, anyway.More like these little whiffle sounds that are kinda cute.”

“That’s it.I’m leaving.”

“Not without breakfast, first.You know it’s the most important meal of the day.”

She shook her head.“I knew I shouldn’t have come.”

“Hey, you came because you felt sorry for an injured man.I get it.It does your medical credibility good to be so caring about an injured man, making house calls in this way.”

“I wasn’t—”