The Morning After. Dorie Graham

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      “We’ll talk soon then.”

      She nodded, and he favored her with another smile before turning to leave. She headed back to the examination room with a sigh. She needed to focus on her work before she succumbed to the worst case of infatuation in the history of womankind. Somehow she had to find a way to shield herself from this man.

      3

      “THE MELONS ARE FRESH TODAY. Would you like a squeeze?” The young man’s eyes gleamed the following Sunday as he offered the fruit to Nikki.

      His gaze dropped to her breasts. She shivered and pulled close the blouse she’d worn over her sundress. She’d seen that expression too often. She smiled politely and moved on, knowing she’d have to circle back for her bananas. Her best strategy was to put distance between her and this Casanova.

      Sighing, she turned her cart down the juice aisle. Attracting men had never been a problem. If only she could figure out how to keep one.

      As they had for most of the past week, thoughts of Dylan Cain swirled through her mind. She’d missed his call earlier. They’d been playing phone tag since his visit to the clinic, so she’d left her cell phone number on his voice mail when she’d last called him back. She placed a bottle of juice in her basket. Like the house, something about that man called to her.

      Her cell phone rang and her heart quickened as she pulled it from her purse. “Hello?”

      “Nikki, how’s my girl?” Thomas Scott’s voice crackled across the line. He was the one man who’d remained a lifelong friend of her mother’s without ever having slept with her. Nikki loved him like a father.

      “Hi, Thomas. Just grocery shopping.”

      “I hate to bother you on a Sunday….”

      “No bother. What’s up?”

      “It’s my sister’s dog. He’s got something weird going on. His whole face is swollen. He was fine one minute, then he just started puffing up like a balloon.”

      She frowned. “Poor Buck. Why don’t you tell Lola that I’ve got to drop these groceries off, then I’ll meet her at the clinic?”

      “He’s over here with me. I’m watching him while she’s out of town.”

      “Oh, then I’ll just stop by your place. You’re closer than the clinic.” And he wasn’t far from Dylan’s house. Maybe she could drive by afterward and get another peek.

      At the house or the man?

      “That’d be great. You think he’s okay?”

      “I have to see him first to know for sure. Was he outside when it happened?”

      “We were out back. Why?”

      “The last time I saw a dog do that, he’d just snapped up a bee.”

      “You think it’s an allergic reaction?”

      “Maybe. I’ll know better when I get there.”

      “You are an angel, Nikki. I knew I could count on you to take care of this.”

      She said goodbye, then hurried to the checkout.

      She made the short trip home in record time. With grocery bags weighing down her arms, she fumbled with the lock. The door swung open before she could turn the key.

      Her youngest sister—green-eyed, blond-haired Erin—frowned at her as she grabbed several bags. “Why did you carry all this by yourself? I would have come down and helped—or at least sent one of the minions.”

      She nodded toward the back of the apartment, where a steady banging sounded. Tess’s ex-lovers tended to hang around long after the loving. “Brandon or Brendon or whatever his name from the catering company is back there fixing her closet organizer.”

      Waving aside Erin’s concern, Nikki pushed into the cozy living room and continued on to the kitchen. “I’m fine. Did anyone call for me?”

      “Not that I know of.” Erin followed Nikki into the kitchen.

      “Is Tess here?”

      “Her latest stud picked her up hours ago.” Disdain laced her sister’s voice.

      Nikki flinched. She’d been a little down on Tess for following in their mother’s footsteps, but in light of her talk with Sophie, maybe they should cut their sister a little slack. “You know, Erin, I think I understand her a little better now. I have to run help Thomas, but maybe when I get back we can talk about it.”

      An indifferent shrug was her only answer.

      Sighing, Nikki set her load on the kitchen counter, then ditched her blouse. “You sure no one called? There weren’t any messages on the answering machine?”

      “I’m sure. No one called. What’s up?” Erin asked as she dropped a head of lettuce into the vegetable bin in the refrigerator.

      Nikki bit her bottom lip. Not wanting to get their hopes up needlessly, she hadn’t mentioned her house hunting to her sisters in case the deal fell through. If she told her sister about Dylan, she’d want to know where Nikki had met him. “Nothing, really.”

      Erin eyed her for a minute, then shook her head and tossed an empty grocery bag into the recycling. She looked as though she might argue but continued putting away groceries, slamming cabinets harder than normal. Nikki would soothe Erin’s rumpled feathers after the house was theirs. Her sister had been so moody lately, but Nikki would have to deal with her another time. If Buck really was having an allergic reaction, it could be life threatening.

      Nikki hurried to Thomas’s house. He was sitting on his front stoop with his sister’s dog when she pulled up.

      “What are you doing baking yourselves out here?” she asked as she climbed the front steps, medical bag in hand.

      “Once I told him you were coming, he insisted.” Thomas nodded his gray-streaked head toward the dog. “He seems to feel okay.”

      Poor Buck. His face was swollen and wrinkled like a shar-pei’s. Nikki knelt before the beast. The old Irish setter thumped his tail. “That’s my boy. Did you snap up a wasp? Can I take a look?”

      He whined softly as she pried open his mouth. “There’s the stinger.” Grabbing an instrument, she pulled the offender from his mouth, then patted him reassuringly. “Just a couple of shots and you’ll be right as rain.”

      Worry lines crossed Thomas’s forehead. “Will he be okay by the time my sister gets back tomorrow?”

      “Let’s take him inside and I’ll get the injections ready. Give him about an hour and he’ll be fine.”

      “Sure looks awful.”

      “Untreated, it could constrict his trachea or make his tongue swell so much it could cut off his breathing.”

      “So let’s get on with those shots. СКАЧАТЬ