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the other partners. Though she hoped and prayed he wasn’t anywhere near as big an ogre as she’d imagined.
    Mid-morning Claire saw Jason escort an older woman past her office door. His arm was on her shoulder, and he wore a concerned expression. “Mrs. Lewis, I’m sending you to the best surgeon in Santa Barbara. We caught the lump early…”
    This from the grumpiest guy she’d ever met? Maybehe wasn’t so bad after all, and perhaps now was the perfect time to approach him.
    She stood at her desk and waited for him to return. Her aromatherapy blend of lavender and ylang-ylang had been on the warmer all morning.
    She used her hands to push the scent out her door, then rolled her eyes. This really was nuts—the markings of a desperate woman. The two things she needed to do to make him happy were to stay out of his way, and take care of every patient to the best of her abilities. But helping his outlook along with a little relaxing aromatherapy couldn’t hurt, could it? Without his knowing, she might successfully change his sour mood and lift his spirits under the guise of helping their patients. And if it didn’t work, no harm would be done.
    She heard footsteps coming up the stairs and scrambled to her desk.
    Jason slowed and hesitated outside her door. He turned his head and mumbled, “Morning.”
    Better late than never. Her mouth almost dropped open. Was he trying to be friendly?
    “Good morning!” she said.
    “What’s that smell?” he asked.
    Here was her chance. She popped up from her desk chair. “I was going to wait for you to get settled in and then tell…I mean ask you about this idea I got after we had our…uh…discussion yesterday. I mean last night. It came to me last night. The idea…I mean…”
    “You’re babbling, Claire. Get on with it.”
    OK, so he wasn’t trying to be friendly, and she was babbling. At least he’d called her Claire.
    “You’ve heard of white coat syndrome, right?”
    “Of course.” In his favor, he didn’t look impatient.
    “I was thinking about helping our patients relax while they’re in the waiting room before their appointments by using a couple of essential oils that are known to calm people down. Would that be OK with you?”
    He gave her the most curious look, as if she might be from an alien planet, but to her surprise he nodded his approval, then walked to his door and shut it soundly. She could have sworn she heard him mumble, “Whatever.”
     
    Claire ran behind on her morning appointments, and finished entering her last progress notes into the computer at quarter to one. She hustled down the stairs and into the kitchen to find it empty, except for Jason Rogers heating something in the microwave. She almost turned around and headed out the door, but he lifted his head, glanced at her and nodded.
    Jason used a tissue to wipe his nose while he waited for his lunch to warm. “I needed to get out of my office. My eyes have been bothering me all morning, and now my nose is stuffed up.”
    The lavender and ylang-ylang? Claire widened her eyes, but caught herself from reacting too obviously. “Spring is just around the corner. Are you allergic to pollens?”
    “Not that I know of.” The microwave dinged and he reached for his lunch.
    OK, so they proved they could have a semi-civil conversation.
    Great idea, Albright. Instead of making him relaxwith aromatherapy, you gave him a headache and a stuffed-up nose. Maybe she should add some rosemary drops to the mix to help with decongestion.
    She left the kitchen and ran up the stairs to turn off the aromatherapy diffuser in the waiting room. Maybe she’d overdone it, but none of her patients had complained. In fact, a couple of them had lower than usual blood pressures during their appointments that morning. She’d definitely add the rosemary drops tomorrow. Maybe his reaction had nothing to do with the aromatherapy.
    She returned to the kitchen just as Jason was exiting. He glanced briefly at her when