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“So, which juice do you want?”

“I don’t think I should encourage bad behavior,” I stated.

“You look like you’re in desperate need of some bad behavior, Doc. Come on, live a little.”

“Apple, please.” I walked to him, and he placed the juice box in my hand. I sat in the chair that Reap had vacated. “This goes against all my better judgement.”

“You think too much.”

“Probably,” I agreed.

“Cheers,” he said.

We bumped our juice boxes together, and then I took a sip. “I haven’t had apple juice in years. It’s surprisingly delicious.”

“Glad you’re enjoying it.”

He took a drink of his cranberry juice. “So, Doc, what do you do in your spare time?”

“I don’t have a lot of spare time. I work eighty-hour weeks.”

“That’s insane.”

“Maybe,” I agreed. “But someone’s got to do it. I enjoy it, actually. I’m more comfortable in a hospital than I am anywhere else.”

“Your home away from home?” he joked.

“Something like that.”

“But when you are home, what do you do?”

“Laundry.”

“Laundry?” he repeated like he didn’t believe me.

I nodded. “And I go grocery shopping.”

“Come on. You’re not that boring.”

“I really am,” I assured him.

“Don’t you have hobbies? Interests?”

“It’s hard to have hobbies and interests when you work as much as I do.”

“So, you don’t spend your spare time with your boyfriend?”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I said before I could stop myself.

His smile was slow. Boxer took a drink of his cranberry juice and then asked, “Why don’t you?”

“Because I don’t.”

“I’m not trying to ruffle feathers here, Doc. I’m just asking a simple question.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m curious.”

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