father. She didnât seem to have noticed him as she placed an arm around his fatherâs thin shoulders.
âTwisted my ankle, thatâs all. Nothing serious.â His father patted her hand reassuringly. âNow, tell me, Raine, howâs Rusty doing today? Is he any better?â
âHe seems a little better, but really, Dr. Frank, should you be here? Maybe you should have stayed at home to rest.â Raine lifted her gaze and he knew sheâd spotted him when she paled, her dark red hair a stark contrast to her alabaster skin. âCaleb. What are you doing here?â
âDropping off my father.â He couldnât help the flash of resentment at how friendly his father and Raine seemed to be. She had never mentioned working at the animal shelter during those two months theyâd dated. But here she was, standing with her arm protectively around his father, as if they were life-long buddies.
A foreign emotion twisted in his gut. Jealousy. For a moment he didnât want to acknowledge it. But as he absorbed the camaraderie between his father and Raine, he couldnât deny the truth.
His father had grown closer to Raine in the time since sheâd pushed him away.
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Raine couldnât believe that Dr. Frank was actually Calebâs father. Sheâd never really known if Frank was the retired vetâs first or last name, and hadnât asked. Theyâd had an unspoken agreement not to pry into each otherâs personal lives. But now that she saw the two of them in the same room, the resemblance was obvious. Dr. Frankâs hair was mostly gray, whereas Calebâs was dark brown, but the two men shared the same stormy gray eyes and aristocratic nose. Of course, Caleb was taller and broader across the shoulders but his dad was no slouch. In fact, she thought Dr. Frank was rather handsome, all things considered.
Caleb would age well, if his fatherâs looks were any indication. And for a moment regret stabbed deep. As much as she needed to move forward, it was difficult not to mourn what might have been.
âWhat time do you want me to pick you up?â Caleb asked his father.
âI can give Dr. Frank a ride home if he needs one,â she quickly offered.
Calebâs eyebrows rose in surprise, as if he suspected she had some sort of ulterior motive. Was he assuming she was trying to get back into his good graces by helping his father? If things were different, she might have been tempted.
âThatâs very kind of you, Raine,â Dr. Frank said. She could have sworn the older manâs gaze was relieved when he turned back toward his son. âThereâs no need for you to come all the way back out here, Raine will drive me home. Thanks for the ride, Caleb. Iâll see you this weekend, all right?â
âYeah. Sure.â For a moment Caleb stared at her, asif he wanted to say something more, but after a tense moment he turned away. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from calling out to him as he headed for the door. âSee you later, Dad,â he tossed over his shoulder.
He didnât acknowledge Raine as he left. And even though she knew it was her fault, since taking a break from their relationship had been her idea, she was ridiculously hurt by the snub.
Trying to shake off the effects of her less than positive interaction with Caleb, she faced Dr. Frank. âSo, are you ready to get to work?â
Calebâs fatherâs glance was sharpâshe should have known he wouldnât miss a thing. âDo you and my son know each other?â
She tried to smile. So much for their rule to stay away from personal things. âYes, we both work in the emergency department at Trinity Medical Center,â she admitted. âCaleb is a great doctor, everyone enjoys working with him.â
âEveryone except you?â
She flushed, hating to think sheâd been that transparent. Especially when she liked working