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And if she had the time, she didn’t trust her judgment.

“I’ve got to imagine you could ruffle a lot of feathers,” she said. “If you didn’t find a way to master it, as you’ve said.”

“I’ve been known to,” he said, grinning. “But I managed to get out of it. I don’t twist anyone’s arm. Just ask if they are interested. I can’t help it if my employees like me and pass the word around.”

He had a nice calming voice. An air about him that put people at ease.

Could be why her thoughts and words were flying willy-nilly when she didn’t have a history of that.

“Which isn’t an easy thing,” she said. “I like to think I’ve got the same... most days.”

He stood up from the exam bed he’d been sitting on and she realized how much taller he was than her.

At five foot six, she didn’t often feel short.

But she’d peg Jax at a few inches over six feet.

“Everyone seemed friendly that I’ve dealt with here. I’m thrilled I got in so quickly. I hadn’t expected the cancellation list to be so fast, but I’m sure it helped that I’m in the building.”

“Oh,” she said. “I hadn’t realized that.”

“Just three floors up,” he said, his thumb moving in that direction. “We might bump into each other now and again. Or not. It’s a big building.”

“But not a lot of space filled up just yet,” she said. “You must be the one taking up most of that floor, right?”

“That’s us,” he said. “There is a small space for something on the other side, but it’s empty yet. I know the noise is going to take some getting used to as they work on it more.”

“The noise isn’t that bad,” she admitted. “Surprisingly.”

“Even better,” he said. “Thanks again.”

She turned and opened the door. “My office will be in contact when we get the results back. I’m going to send over your script right now to your pharmacy.”

He nodded and walked down the hall, her eyes on his back longer than she’d done to another man before.

She gave a little shiver over her unexplained behavior and turned to go to the printer to put the labels on the specimens to be shipped out.

“He’s nice on the eyes.”

She looked up to see Marcy grinning at her.

Dillion and Marcy had worked together for years. One of her PAs.

“He is,” she said.

“Wow,” Marcy said. “You’ve never agreed with me before. Are you finally ready to venture out into the dating pool again?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I’ve got so much going on.”

“I get it,” Marcy said. “I really do. You’ve had it so hard. And then buying the practice and moving it here. Gianna. It’s never-ending for you to do it on your own. But at some point, you should try.”

She wanted to.

Or said she did until she looked at online dating sites and saw what was available.

How about the idiots that hit on her with her daughter next to her?

Yeah, all those interactions just made her want to hide and stay single forever.