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“What is?”
“How well the appointment went. Thank you for being there, Liam.”
My throat closed up. Why did she sound like I was doing her a favor? “There was nowhere else I’d rather be, Ava. Thank you for calling me.”
Our gazes held for a few seconds. Before I could decipher what passed between us, the waiter returned with our orders.
Ava's eyes twinkled as she took in the meal. I frowned. When had she last eaten?
I kept that thought locked up, though. She'd had enough doctoring for one day.
She moaned around a mouthful of potatoes and licked her full pink lips.
I tore my gaze away and focused on filling my empty stomach.
“How is this going to work?”
I lifted my gaze. A line formed between Ava's brows. I wanted it gone immediately and replaced by one of her big smiles.
“How what’s going to work?”
She gestured between us. “Being a mom and dad?” Her nose wrinkled.
I felt it in my chest, too. It was weird thinking of us that way. But pleasant, too.
I thought about her question. “We’re both in Hannibal. It shouldn't be a problem.”
“Yeah, well. I didn't know what your schedule was like today, and I called you away from your patients.”
“I can take time off. I own the clinic.”
She pursed her lips. “Are you always this cocky?”
“Yes. You never noticed before?”
“Mm-hmm.” She picked up her glass and pulled a drink from the straw.
Our eyes met and Ava rolled her tongue around it.
My cock jerked in my pants. “Ava.”
She giggled and put the drink down. Her smile withered almost immediately. “But think about it, Liam. How will we manage? You may not have been busy today, but another day, you might be.”
“Ava…”
“And we’re different people, too. You're a sophisticated doctor from New York and I'm Ava, the house cleaner. Those are worlds apart! How will—”
“Hey.” I took her hand in mine, rubbing it softly. “We’ll make it work. People make crazy situations work all the time. Don't get all worked up, okay?”
She bit her lip. “You’re sure?”
I nodded. “100 percent.” I frowned. “Well, more like ninety-nine, since there's the 1 percent that is Thomas.”
“Oh, crap. My dad.” Ava pulled her hand from mine to curl it in her lap. “He's a huge 1 percent.”
She probably was twisting her fingers into a pretzel with worry. If I could, I'd say something reassuring. But nothing came to mind.
Between the both of us, we would work things out. Thomas was another challenge all on its own.
