Diagnosis: Daddy. GINA WILKINS

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СКАЧАТЬ be great. Donnie’s fun and his friend’s probably fun, too.”

      “Probably?”

      “Well, I’ve never actually met him. But Donnie says he’s a great guy.”

      “And this allegedly great guy needs a date tomorrow night because…?”

      “Because he’s new in town and doesn’t know many people yet. We’re just being friendly. You know, welcoming him to town. Southern hospitality—”

      “Only extends so far,” Mia muttered.

      “I’m not asking you to sleep with him or anything. Just join us for dinner. Maybe a movie or something. How bad could it be?”

      “You really want me to answer that?”

      “Do it for me, okay? Donnie was really pleased when I said I’d bring someone to meet his friend. You don’t have to see him again if you don’t want to, but at least meet the guy.”

      Letting out a gusty breath, Mia nodded. “All right. I’ll meet him.”

      Natalie beamed. “Thank you. You’ll see, it will be fun.”

      Mia wasn’t so sure. But she hadn’t been able to disappoint her friend.

      That was going to change, she promised herself. She really was going to learn to say no. Next year.

      Mia was getting ready for her double date the next evening when Connor called. “Didn’t you have another exam today? How did it go?” she asked.

      “As hard as I expected. But I think I did okay on both tests this week.”

      “I’m sure you did well. When will you know?”

      “Middle of next week, I think.”

      “Did you get any sleep last night?”

      “A few hours,” he said, notably evasive. “But then I came home after the exam and crashed. Just fell facedown in the bed and slept for three solid hours.”

      “You needed the rest.”

      “Yeah, I feel better. Good enough that I might go out for pizza or something tonight. It’s been days since I’ve been out of the house other than to go to class or lab. Want to join me?”

      For some reason, it irked her a little that he just assumed she would be free to join him on such short notice. Even though normally she would have been. And would have accepted the last-minute invitation. “I’m sorry, I can’t tonight. I have a date.”

      There was a distinct pause before he responded. “Yeah? Anyone I know?”

      “Not even anyone I know. Natalie set me up with someone.”

      “Oh. You, um, trust Natalie’s taste in guys?”

      “I guess I’ll find that out tonight.”

      “Yeah. I suppose I need to let you get ready. I hope you have a good time.”

      “I’ll certainly try. Thanks. And congratulations on surviving the exams.”

      “Yeah. I’ll talk to you later.”

      “Sure. Later.”

      She disconnected the call with a frown. That had been a bit weird. Connor had actually seemed disapproving that she was going out on a blind date. Surely he wasn’t annoyed that she’d been unavailable to have pizza with him. If so, then maybe it was time she stopped being quite so available for Connor. Maybe he was starting to take her a bit too much for granted.

      Resolutely, she turned to the mirror to finish applying fresh makeup. Tonight could be fun, she reminded herself. This guy Natalie had found for her could be very nice, she could have a great time, they might even want to see each other again. She should really be looking forward to this date.

      Unfortunately, she was too keenly aware that she would much rather have been free to go out for pizza with Connor.

      Connor joined four of his classmates for a study session Saturday morning. The five of them had met several times to study together during this first semester of medical school. They seemed to click as a group, and their learning styles meshed well. He liked them all and enjoyed working with them, although sometimes he just needed to study alone. Or with Mia.

      The thought of Mia made him frown. He wondered how her date had gone the night before.

      He was undoubtedly a selfish jerk. He should be pleased that she’d had the chance to go out and have a good time. Like him, Mia tended to be a workaholic. When she wasn’t actually teaching, she was preparing for classes or grading papers or doing something nice for a friend. It was rare that she took advantage of an evening just to indulge herself. And while he suspected that her double date last night had been a favor to Natalie, he should still be hoping that she’d had a great time.

      Instead, he found himself worrying that she’d had too good a time. For all he knew, she could be with that guy right now. Laughing and flirting and…well, whatever. And he was trying to study, wishing she were with him to light his house with her smile, to cheerfully nag him into eating and taking breaks, to reassure him that he could survive this training and that all the effort and sacrifice would pay off someday.

      He really was selfish, he thought again, shaking his head in disapproval. Mia deserved so much more than the distracted friendship that was all he could offer her at the moment. Of course, she had big plans of her own. Grad school was going to take a great deal of her time and energy. Did she really want to start a new romance with this guy Natalie had scrounged up now and risk jeopardizing her own carefully worked-out agenda?

      He winced as he realized that he was merely rationalizing his desire for her to stay as single and unattached as he was.

      “Hey, Connor. Come on, man, get with the program. You’ve been a zombie all afternoon.”

      Connor met Ron Gibson’s quizzical gaze apologetically. “I know. Sorry. I think I might be on study overload.”

      “Who isn’t?” Anne Easton asked with a weary sigh. She pushed her pale blond hair out of her face, which was bare of makeup today, making her look even younger than her twenty-three years. Anne was the youngest of the group; Connor was the eldest.

      “Anyone want a soda?” James Stillman, their host for today, pushed himself out of his chair at the table and moved toward the fridge. Of all of them, the material came the easiest to James. Maybe because at only twenty-six, he had already obtained a doctorate in microbiology before deciding to attend medical school.

      Connor didn’t know why James hadn’t gone the M.D./Ph.D. route, which would have allowed him to pursue the degrees simultaneously, but he supposed James had simply changed his mind about which career he wanted. While Connor liked James, he had a hard time reading him. Brilliant and affable, James revealed little about himself, even to this group who had become his friends.

      “Toss a soda this way,” Ron accepted with one of his quick grins. Twenty-five-year-old Ron had messy brown hair, smiling brown eyes, a contagious grin bracketed by dimples and an irrepressible sense of humor that somehow СКАЧАТЬ