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Utah arrived a few minutes later, announcing, “He’s got the best doctor working on him.”
“How do you even know who his doctor is?” Denver demanded. “You just got here.”
“I called in a favor. Don’t worry about it.”
Dakota pressed her lips together to keep from smiling. She knew how. Liam McDonald—Boston General’s CEO. The man from the Animal Rescue Foundation’s fundraiser. The one who adopted Phoebe, and Dakota had arranged for Utah to be the one to deliver her.
At least her vision had been right about them.
She closed her eyes tight. How could she have misinterpreted that vision about Aiden so badly?
The answer seemed obvious—now.
Craig.
Her sixteen-year-old self wouldn’t let her believe she could really have true love. That’s the only explanation she could think of about why she was going on forty and had never been in a real relationship. Why she’d been so convinced Aiden was going to hurt her, even though in her heart she’d known better.
Hopefully it wasn’t too late to tell him how sorry she was.
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Aiden
Of course, Jean’s response had been gracious.
Jean: I hope I didn’t scare you off. I was just teasing about the third date rule. We can take things as slow or as fast as you want.
Shouldn’t that be his line?
She really was great. Why couldn’t his heart flutter at the idea of seeing her like it was as he walked toward the waiting room, knowing Dakota was there?
He’d been kicking himself for hugging her and kissing her forehead like they were still together. They were not a couple anymore. But he’d reacted instinctively when he saw she was hurting.
God, his heart was such a fucking traitor.
And that was exactly why it wasn’t in charge anymore.
Chapter Fifty-Eight
Aiden
He’d changed into scrubs when he walked into the waiting room, and Dakota was the first on her feet, followed by the rest of her family who were now there, including Chloe, Asher, and who he assumed was Todd—although he wasn’t positive, since he’d never met her son-in-law before.
“Dr. Aiden!” the little boy squealed and came barreling into his legs, to Chloe’s horror.
He waved her off when she came running over and leaned down to lift the little boy up and set him on his hip.
“Hey, little man. How are you?”
Asher’s face grew somber.
“My grampy is sick.” He fiddled with the stethoscope around Aiden’s neck. “Aunt Utah said you’re going to make him better. Are you making him better?”
“I’m trying my hardest.”
The boy clapped his hands around Aiden’s cheeks and brought his face close so Aiden could smell the chocolate on the little guy’s breath when he whispered, “Don’t mess up.”
Aiden bit back a laugh as he nodded solemnly. “I’ll try not to.”
