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was a little tired of all the injections and treatment, but he didn’t want to go, because it would make his parents distressed. But in the end, he lost. He left behind two younger brothers who have learned a lot from him about resilience and love. I’m sure he would be delighted to know that in some small way he could help you deal with your problems.”
    She slipped into the booth and put her purse on the side. “Thank you for saying that. You’re a very kind.”
    He laughed. “That’s not the impression I was trying to make.”
    Her eyes narrowed. “What impression did you want to make?”
    “Cool. Competent. Charming. Those are the traits that I would have chosen to highlight.”
    Her lips lifted in a smile and she leaned back. “That too, doc, but what impresses me is that you can come back to see a patient when you’re off duty. Most of us don’t think that much about doing something for others.” Her eyes brightened as if she had a sudden idea. “Is there a volunteer program at the hospital?”
    “Yes, there is. Would you like me to give you some information about it?” Clint sensed in her a need to do something, and he wanted to encourage it. “Let me order first. What would you like? Coffee or a smoothie.”
    “I’ll stick with a mango smoothie.”
    He ordered and got their drinks, Clint returned to his seat. After he gave her some information about the volunteer program at the hospital, he sat back to observe her. He tried to recall any magazines on which he might have seen her or some billboards. His work kept him quite occupied and he barely got time to even watch TV. Also, he preferred to read or catch Broadway shows rather than sit in front of the idiot box. “I know you said you’re a model but I…can’t seem to recall any of your ads.” Suddenly, something clicked in his memory. “Wait a minute. You’re the IT girl, the cologne, right?”
    Her lips lifted in a smile. “That was two years ago, but yes, I’m the IT girl.”
    “You’re still doing their campaign?”
    “Among others, yes.” She sighed. “Now with this hair problem, I don’t know how long I will continue to get work.”
    He understood her distress. It must be tough to deal with something that she didn’t have any control over but might affect her work. If he were asked to leave his job, he wouldn’t know what to do. “This isn’t permanent, I’m sure of it.”
    “What if it’s cancer or a tumor, or something like that?”
    He sat back to observe her. “You look healthy to me. Your eyes are clear, and there are no obvious signs of fatigue. Have there been any changes in your skin?”
    “No.”
    “Any fever? Bleeding? Trouble swallowing? Weight loss?”
    She shook her head. “No.”
    “These are just basic questions, but based on that, I can say with a great amount of certainty that you don’t have cancer. Have your test results come back?”
    “A few did, and they are clear, but I’m waiting for more results.”
    He sipped his smoothie. Although he’d been tired before, being in her presence, Clint suddenly felt invigorated, energized. He didn’t want the conversation to end. Somehow, he felt the need to talk to her. She needed him right now, and in a strange sort of way, he also wanted to spend more time with her.
    “You must be thinking that I’m self-obsessed. I mean, after dealing with these sick children. Here I am boring you with my problems.”
    Clint leaned forward. He hoped that she could see the sincerity in his eyes. “You’re worried, which is understandable. Anyone who faces such an issue would be anxious, but I want to assure you that it will get better. There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel. More than hair loss, I think you must be more worried about the affect it might have on your job.”
    Much to his surprise, she wrinkled her brow. “Actually, I suppose, yes, I’m a little worried about that. Not that I love it…damn it. I shouldn’t have said that. People assume