A Match for the Doctor / What the Single Dad Wants…: A Match for the Doctor

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But when he emerged twenty minutes later, showered, shaved and wearing a pair of dress slacks that were only a tad less formal than what he normally wore to the hospital, Simon never got a chance to mount his protest or attempt even so much as a minor defense.

The moment he walked into the kitchen and his interior decorator saw him, she turned on her brilliant smile—a smile that just seemed to increase in wattage every time he saw her—and started talking.

The woman’s mouth should be registered with the police department as a lethal weapon. Against it he never stood a snowball’s chance in hell. No one did.

She mowed him down with her rapid-fire delivery. “I thought we’d get an earlier start this morning—just as soon as you’ve had breakfast.”

Before she could say anything else, he got his word in edgewise. “Why earlier?”

Simon sat down at the bar where Edna had placed his breakfast. Why she’d set it there rather than on the table where he usually ate was something he didn’t have a chance to ponder. It was only later that he caught on to the woman’s strategy. A counter and a stool created a feeling of brevity, of being in a hurry, like stopping at a diner where you went for a quick cup of coffee on your way to somewhere else.

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