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hear his voice and say goodnight.”
    “He’s in the restroom.”
    She took a breath, exhaled quietly. Must be cool, not let Scott win by showing irritation. “And you’re calling me because…?”
    “I thought you might like to join us for the rest of the weekend. If you left now, you’d be here in time to catch a late movie with us. I’m sure I could arrange another seat for the game tomorrow. I know how much you enjoy baseball.”
    More than she was supposed to, by Scott’s standards. The time she’d jumped up with the stadium crowd in doing the wave , he’d turned a shade of purple she couldn’t name. “Thank you, but no.”
    “Dylan would love it if you drove out.”
    Typical Scott tactics. If bribery doesn’t get the desired result, play the guilt card. And it’d worked at the beginning. More times than she could count. Not anymore, though. Scott had filled her head with so much worry, she’d taken Dylan to a family counselor. Behind Scott’s back. That hadn’t pleased her ex. God, if Scott knew that Dylan had been encouraging her to start dating lately… She shuddered to think what brainwashing he might try on their son. Scott wanted his family photo back in the frame. Period.
    “Well, And—what do you say? Come watch the Blue Jays beat the Yankees with us, like old times?”
    Like old times. While she missed the family parts of their life together, she didn’t miss Scott’s constant attempts to make her over into his vision of a proper wife. The wardrobe adjustments. Suggestions that she dance with less hip movement. Clap more daintily. Invite the right people over for cocktails, instead of her over-the-top best friend.
    Nor did she miss the permanent frost that’d settled in their bedroom. Physical contact had become almost non-existent after Dylan’s birth. A consequence she hadn’t foreseen, and one she couldn’t regret, because it had given her—given them—a beautiful baby. But she didn’t want to spend the rest of her life that way, either.
    “Is Dylan back from the men’s room yet?” she asked, ignoring the taunting request.
    “No.” Scott’s voice switched to its cool, lawyerly tone. “Would you like him to call you later?”
    Andie dropped onto the couch with a sigh. “Just tell him I love him.”
    “Lucky kid.”
    No degree needed to read between those lines. They weren’t having this conversation again, not a chance. She ran a finger over the pink scrapes on her knees. “Goodbye, Scott.”
    * * * * *
     
    Everything was done. Appointments, paperwork, tending to boarders and overnight patients. Mason’s mind had been on Andie through it all. Okay, maybe not while his finger was up Trixie’s butt, expressing her anal glands. Other than that, pretty much constantly. He still didn’t know what went wrong.
    One of her last comments stuck in his head, though, crystal clear. She’d gotten what she wanted from their date. He’d shielded her from his loudmouth teammates only to have that jerk, Evan, be right about her all along. A cougar on the prowl, simple as that. He hated the term, hated himself for thinking it. Especially about Andie, who really didn’t strike him as the casual hook-up type. Maybe that was wishful thinking on his part. Wouldn’t be the first time he’d been wrong about a woman. This time he wouldn’t get burned.
    Hugo met him at the door of his small, wartime bungalow. The cat had his rumble cranked to maximum, out of loneliness more than hunger, since his bowl hadn’t been touched. Looked like Mason had two choices—bring home a friend for his friend, or let Hugo live at the clinic. Yeah, well, no mystery how that one would play out. Some guys enjoyed solitude, to the point of avoiding all commitments like the plague. He wasn’t built that way.
    Tonight he’d be surrounded by commitments. Katie and Logan’s engagement dinner—attendance mandatory. His sister had a celebration planned, meaning food, drinks and hugs aplenty. There might even