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    She’d swear his lips twitched with amusement. What was so funny? He’d kissed her and turned her world upside down and now he was laughing at her? If he hadn’t been driving, she’d…she’d…well, she’d have come up with some horrendous punishment, if her life wasn’t literally in his hands.
    â€œRelax, Faith.” He glanced away from the road long enough to meet her gaze. “Maybe we shouldn’t have brought the patient profiles with us.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œThis isn’t going to be a working weekend after all.”
    She wouldn’t gulp. Not even if she really, really needed to gulp.
    â€œWhy?” She gulped.
    â€œBecause I’ve been working you too hard, and you need to relax, have a little fun.”
    â€œI have fun.” She didn’t want him thinking she was a dull Jane. Even if she was a dull Jane who worked most of the time and spent too much of her precious little spare time working even more so as to impress him when next they met.
    â€œWith whomever you were kissing goodbye in apartment 907?”
    Mrs. Beasley? She started to laugh, but then realized he was serious, had made note of her neighbor’s apartment number, and, most surprising, sounded a tad bit jealous.
    Was it possible? Could a make-over and one kiss have him feeling possessive? Oh, what was she thinking? He was probably just worried that if she had a life she wouldn’t be at his beck and call for work. Just look at how he’d reacted to her making lunch plans that didn’t involve work.
    â€œApartment 907 is my neighbor.”
    â€œAnd you tell this neighbor you love him?”
    He’d heard that? And why was he using his annoyed voice on her? She glared at him in silence. Even with only being able to see his profile, she could see his expression harden.
    â€œIt’s a simple question, Faith. No harm in answering.”
    Oh, enough was enough.
    â€œMy neighbor is a seventy-year-old sweetheart who dog-sits for me while I’m at work. I was dropping off Yoda, not telling a man I loved him. Not that it’s any of your business if I was.”
    His brow rose. “Yoda?”
    â€œMy dog.”
    â€œYou have a dog?”
    â€œYes, a miniature poodle.”
    â€œA miniature poodle?” His nose curled with unpleasantness. “Not much in the way of protection.”
    â€œYou’d be surprised. Yoda might be small but he has the heart of a lion.”
    He smirked. “You’re not one of those women who puts clothes and bows and such on her pet, are you?”
    Faith didn’t answer.
    He burst out laughing. “You are, aren’t you? My little miss organized neurologist plays dress-up with her dog.”
    She took a deep breath. “Yoda happens to like his Darth Poodle pajamas.”
    Vale snorted. “May the force be with him, because he’s going to need all the help he can get when the other dogs who still have theirs get through with him.”
    â€œYeah, well, other than Miss Cupcakes, Mrs. Beasley’s female Chihuahua, Yoda doesn’t spend a lot of time around other dogs. He’d like to, but I’m always at work and Mrs. Beasley’s idea of a walk is to the end of the block and back for potty breaks.”
    He glanced toward her. “I’m sensing some latent resentment. Are you telling me you’re working too many hours?”
    â€œI am working too many hours.” What was wrong with her? Why was she telling him this? Eighteen months she’d busted her butt without a single word of complaint. Eighteen months she’d gone above and beyond whatever needed to be done just to impress him.
    What had they highlighted her hair with? Truth serum ?
    Or was his kiss what had loosened her tongue?
    â€œWhich is why we should forget the Parkinson projectfor the weekend and just enjoy ourselves. The rest will be good for both of us, will have our minds refreshed