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I considered changing back into my scrubs, but the last thing I needed was to come face-to-face with him again. My eyes flicked to the clock. It was five past seven, and my book club was just starting across town.

My feet ached, the back of my head throbbed from where it hit the table, there was a knot in my shoulder from helping a resident out of bed today, and something pinched beneath my ribs anytime I recalled the dark, annoyed look in Logan’s eyes.

I had to get out of there before I had to face him again.

If nothing else, the Bluebirds would understand.

TWO

LOGAN

Oh,yeah ... I fucked up.

And not just a little. Full-scale, nuclear disaster fucked up. Implying the gorgeous woman who’d been kind enough to have dinner with my grandfather was a hooker? That wasn’t just a red flag—it was an entire marching band of shame parading through my head.

To make things worse, she wasn’t just gorgeous. She was fire. And I’d basically hosed myself down in kerosene.

Based on the fact my grandfather couldn’t stop laughing, I hadreallyfucked up.

I crossed my arms. “It’s not funny.”

My grandfather laughed again. “It’s a little funny.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “No, Grandpa, it’s really not.” I gestured toward the door. “I just called that poor nurse ahooker. Twice.”

He smiled. “You’re right. That was bad. MJ is so sweet too.” He clucked his tongue.

I groaned, thinking back to the gorgeous brunette who’d been dining with my grandfather. “Don’t make me feel worse.”

He shrugged and sat in front of his dinner. “You’re the one who made assumptions before getting all the facts.”

I pulled my phone from the pocket of my jeans. “You’re the one who texted me asking how much escorts earn nowadays.”

Around a green bean, he said, “I saw aDatelineepisode about sex workers.” His shoulders lifted. “I was curious.”

“Followed up by, and I quote, ‘I have a date tonight and don’t want to be rude.’ I drove over to make sure you weren’t getting taken advantage of or forking over your life savings, only to find a womanunder the table.” I looked at him expectantly, and he only took another mindful bite of his dinner.

“You know what? Forget it.” I shook my head. There was no reasoning with him sometimes. Sometimes Arthur Brown just liked to be a shit-stirrer, and I should have seen this coming.

“Maybe you were just jealous I was having dinner with such a pretty girl.” Grandpa waggled his eyebrows, his grin sly.

The image of MJ—the fire in her eyes, the way her dress hugged her curves—lingered longer than it should’ve. It was annoying that my grandfather was partially correct. “That isnottrue.”

Okay, fine. Maybe it was alittletrue.

“Who was she?” I finally asked when curiosity got the best of me.

Humor danced in his eyes. “Best nurse they’ve got. She’s sweet and always genuinely interested in the folks around here.” He gestured toward the door. “Not like some of them who make me feel like they can’t wait for me to shut up. MJ’s one of the good ones.”

Guilt rolled over me. I’d been a total prick to someone who’d taken a genuine interest in my favorite person. I looked at my grandpa. “She said she works tomorrow. Maybe I can swing by to apologize.”

He shrugged and rubbed his temple. “Don’t remember. Memory isn’t what it used to be.”

I sat back on my heels and huffed. “Your memory is fine, old man.”

Grandpa winked at me. “Ah, you got me there.” He popped another green bean into his mouth. “You know ... she goes to a book club every Wednesday night. The gentlemanly thing to do would be to hunt her down to apologize tonight.”

“It sounds a lot less gentlemanly and a lotmorestalkery when you use the phrasehunt her down.”

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