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“If you can be sure no one gets hurt, then it would be hard to turn down that sort of money.” Morgan was looking at him a little too carefully.
Fen was frantically trying to think of a distraction. “What about if you knew something no one else did? And you could sell the story?”
“For eighty thousand pounds?” Morgan shrugged. “I suppose the no one getting hurt still applies. No one innocent anyway. And who would determine that? Oh and no revealing official secrets or medical records. Are you going philosophical in your old age?”
“Just looking at life and choices and…”
Morgan stiffened and Fen tensed.Shit.That was a mistake.He knew what was coming from Morgan now.
“Another round?” Daniel asked.
“Not for me, thanks,” Fen said, but the other two said yes.
“Crisps, nuts?” Daniel looked at Fen and he shook his head.
“Yes, please,” Seth said. “Surprise me with the flavour.”
Daniel went off to the bar and Seth turned to Fen. “He’s nice, isn’t he? I—”
“Shush a minute.” Morgan put his hand on Seth’s arm and turned to Fen. “Are you okay? And don’t lie. I do not want to hear ‘I’m fine’ because anyone who says that to a doctor isnotfine.”
“I’m okay.”
Morgan huffed. “But?”
“My consultant mentioned my heart.”
“That you have one?” Seth quipped.
“Shut up, Seth.” Morgan didn’t take his eyes off Fen. “Are you having trouble breathing? Feeling dizzy? Are—?”
“No symptoms.” Fen interrupted him. “He wants me to go back for another check-up sooner than I would normally. I know what cardiomyopathy is and what it can result in. I really am all right.”
Morgan sighed but to Fen’s relief he let it drop.
“I’m on a new trial. I collected the prescription.”
“That’s great.” Seth beamed at him.
“I might be in the control group.”
“But you might not be,” Morgan said.
“True. And Seth, Daniel’s not my type.”
Seth whined. “Why not?”
“Seth! Leave it,” Morgan said. “Fen said no and that’s it.”
Daniel came back from the bar and Fen hoped he’d taken the hint.Ah no.The knee press returned. Fen moved away again.
He wanted to go home but felt he needed to strike up a different conversation to stop Morgan thinking there was something behind his questions. Talking about doctors’ pay and long hours had the required effect.
When Fen eventually decided to leave, Daniel followed him out.
“Going to give me your number?” Daniel asked.
“No. Sorry.” Though he wasn’t.
