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  Twenty

  At ten o’clock that night, Jade answered her door to Dell. She had The Notebook on pause on the TV and a half-empty box of tissues on the coffee table. “Dell?”

  He narrowed his eyes. “What’s the matter?”

  “Nothing.”

  He pushed past her and entered her place. “Well, come right on in,” she murmured.

  He turned back to face her. “I thought you’d come over for some gym time but you didn’t show. And you’ve been crying.”

  “I’m watching The Notebook.”

  He looked confused so she filled him in. “A go-to sob movie.”

  “Why would you have a go-to sob movie?”

  Clearly the man had never felt the need to just cry. “Never mind. And I didn’t come over because I thought you’d be with Kalie.”

  He looked even more confused than before. “Who?”

  “Kalie, Cara . . . whatever her face, from the bakery earlier.”

  He pinched the bridge of his nose and studied his shoes for a long moment but apparently no wisdom was forthcoming on how to deal with Crazy Females. “I’m not sleeping with Melinda.”

  “You’ve said.”

  “And I’m certainly not sleeping with Karen. There’s only one woman in my bed.” He stalked toward her and hauled her in against him so hard the air escaped her lungs. “Her name is Goddess Jade, and she’s got my full attention.”

  Her heart stuttered in her chest and her hands slid up his chest.

  “So now if we’re clear on that,” he said, forehead to hers, “let’s move onto the next portion of the meeting.”

  Her heart, her traitorous heart, took a hard leap thinking maybe he was going to say that he’d changed his mind about relationships and he wanted one. With her. “Which is?”

  “Your to-do list.” He lifted her off her feet and started toward her bed. “I know I’m on it, I put myself there. Now I’m adding you—” He broke off because his phone was vibrating between them. With a low oath he stopped, read the text, then swore again. “It’s Adam. One of his clients has a dog in labor. She’s in trouble and on the way to the clinic. Adam’s two hours out.”

  “So more angry sex is off the table?”

  “I wasn’t angry,” he said.

  “Then what kind of sex were you hoping for?” she asked, grabbing her coat and purse as they moved in tandem to the door.

  “I was wide open,” he said as they made their way down the stairs and into the night. “Maybe boss-and-naughtysecretary sex?”

  “Seriously?”

  Unembarrassed, he shrugged.

  She was quiet a moment, considering as they walked to his truck. “There’s always doctor and nurse,” she heard herself say.

  He slid her a wicked bad boy smile as he opened his passenger’s door for her. “You want to play nurse?”

  “Oh no. I get to be the doctor. You’d be the nurse.”

  He tipped his head back and laughed, and she found herself grinning. Grinning. “So that works for you?” she asked. “Being the nurse?”

  “For you, Jade, I’d be anything you want.”

  If only that were true . . .

  An hour later, Dell was sitting on the floor in the surgery suite next to a large open box. Inside was Rose, the laboring golden Lab with the bad timing. Adam was on his way in, but for now Dell’s only assistant was Jade.

  She sat on the other side of the box, stroking Rose’s face.

  Rose lay quiet, her sides rising and falling quickly with her restless panting, eyes closed. She was clearly having contractions, readying her body for the pushing. Dell was waiting for her to start licking herself, a sign that birth was imminent.

  Rose’s owner was Michelle Eisenburg—the woman whose son had inadvertently caused Jade’s parking lot breakdown all those weeks ago now. Dell had promised he’d take care of Rose as if she were his own, and sent her home to relieve the babysitter.

  “You know,” Jade said. “I’ve been here a year and a half and I’ve never seen puppies delivered.” She shook her head in the quiet room. “I’ve never even had a puppy.”

  “Ever?” Dell asked.

  “My mother’s allergic. I sneaked a puppy in once, kept her for a week before my nanny ratted me out. I was grounded for a month.”

  Dell ran his hand down Rose’s side, gauging her breathing, her contractions, as always fascinated by these little peeks into Jade’s childhood, which were like fairy tales compared to his growing up years.

  “What about you?” she asked. “Tell me about your first dog.”

  “Bear.” He closed his eyes, remembering. “Adam and I found him when he was nothing but a few days old, blind, starving.” Just a tiny handful of skin and bones, he’d been filthy and mewling. Dell had taken one look at the newborn puppy and had one thought, that it was even more pathetic than him. “We were living with our dad, then,” he said. “My dad said the thing would die that night, but it didn’t.” Bear hadn’t died the next night, either. Dell had nursed him back to health. “He grew into this huge mutt who took up more of my bed than I did.”

  “Aw. You saved his life.”

  “Yes. And then he saved mine several times over, so we were quite the pair.”

  “He saved your life?”

  Dell gave a mirthless smile. “I was a sickly, skinny ten-year-old, and far too dark-skinned for the very white neighborhood we lived in. Bear proclaimed himself a brother-in-arms. He once scared off three kids who tried to drag me into an alley.”

  She was smiling. “Good. Did Bear live to a ripe old age?”

  Dell bent over Rose. “I don’t know. We had to give him away when we went to the first foster home.”

  “Oh,” she breathed with a world of empathy in her voice. She slid a hand to his back, and then she set her head on his shoulder. “I hate how bad things were for you, Dell. I hate how hard your life was.”

  “It’s not hard now.”

  He felt her smile against him and wanted to turn and pull her in close.

  “Dell?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Do you ever think about what would happen if I stayed?”

  He went still, something kicking in his gut hard. And if he was being honest with himself, it was both hope and fear. “I didn’t know that was an option.”

  She shrugged but was just as still as him, as if she was waiting for a certain reaction from him.

  But which reaction exactly, he wasn’t sure.

  Then Rose whined and began to rustle frantically around, staring wide-eyed and terrified up at Dell. He rubbed her sides. “First one’s coming.”

  Jade straightened but kept her face averted. Still, it didn’t take a genius to tell that his nonreaction had been the wrong one. “How can you tell?” she asked.

  Rose grunted, and the first puppy slid out.

  “Well, that’s a clue,” she said.

  Dell waited to see if Rose would lick and tear the amniotic sack off, but she seemed confused and unsure so Dell gently tore the membrane and allowed the fluid to be released. Rose dutifully took over bathing the newborn with her tongue while Dell tied off the cord and made sure the puppy was breathing.

  Things moved quickly after that. Three more healthy puppies in a row, and then one that wasn’t moving. Dell wrapped the puppy in a small warmed towel and dried it aggressively, trying to stimulate it so it would cry. Crying was the natural way to clear the mouth and trachea of amniotic fluid.

  But the puppy didn’t draw air.

  “Oh no,” Jade breathed, leaning over him. “Is she going to make it?”

  Dell worked the puppy for over a half hour, but it was no good. There was no heartbeat. And when Rose started to push again, he set the wrapped stillborn down to help her.

  Twenty minutes later, Dell had helped extract all the stragglers. One by one he and Jade dried the pups with sterile towels, cleared their mouths and set them back next to Rose to keep them warm. When Rose was alert and starting to nurse, Dell went to h