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won’t go down the street for a Happy Meal.”
    â€œI’m terribly sorry about that misunderstanding, dear. The volunteer was new. We’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
    â€œAssuming anyone actually shows up.”
    â€œSomeone already has. I made sure he knew the McDonald conference room was not a fast-food establishment.”
    â€œThanks, Sister.”
    Rebecca’s curiosity spiked as she walked away from the desk. He? Her goal was to reach teenage girls and prevent situations like Amy Thorne’s. But it takes two to tango as the saying went and just because boys were anatomically incapable of carrying a baby didn’t mean they shouldn’t understand their responsibilities in preventing conception. Unfortunately, she’d found that an abundance of testosterone limited a boy’s ability to think with his head, and they didn’t normally seek out information voluntarily. So a he at her workshop was a major surprise.
    She pulled open the heavy conference room door and walked past the chairs in the reception area. The McDonald conference room was divided into two smaller areas that could be combined into one large room if turnout warranted. Based on past results, she had no illusions it would be warranted for her.
    When she rounded the corner into the tiny room and saw who her “he” was, she wanted to walk out again.
    â€œGabe,” she said, hoping he’d chalk up her breathless tone to hurrying into the room. It was, in fact, on account of her heart beating too fast, something quickly becoming a habit when she saw him.
    He was resting a hip against one of the long tables in front of a dry erase board. “Rebecca.”
    â€œHow nice to see you again. It seems like only yesterday.”
    One corner of his mouth quirked up. “It was yesterday.”
    â€œWhat are you doing here?”
    â€œI work here.”
    She wasn’t born yesterday. “Really? Patient facilitator? As in facilitate them right back to Texas?”
    â€œYou have quite the sarcastic streak. Did they teach you that in medical school?” he asked.
    â€œNo. It’s a gift.” She readjusted her stethoscope, then folded her arms over her chest.
    â€œNice accessorizing.”
    â€œI like it.” Unlike you, she thought uncharitably. “Seriously, why are you here?”
    â€œTo talk to you.”
    â€œHow did you know I’d be here?” she asked.
    â€œLike I said, I work here.”
    She was in and out of this hospital all hours of the day and night, and she had never seen him until two days ago in her office. “Doing what here exactly?”
    â€œMy company was retained to do the hospital expansion project.”
    With great difficulty Rebecca resisted the urge to smack herself in the forehead. She knew Mercy Medical was adding four patient floors to their existing facility in order to accommodate the explosive population growth in the Las Vegas Valley. She’d seen the evidence of construction—a portable trailer and signs around the hospital that said T&O Enterprises, but she hadn’t connected the dots. For a smart woman she was d-u-m-b.
    â€œI see,” she said.
    â€œBecause of that, I’m in and out of the hospital. There are flyers everywhere publicizing community outreach programs—yours included. I figured it couldn’t hurt to try again to get you on my side.”
    â€œAnd what if I didn’t have time to do this with you again?”
    He looked around the still-empty room, then met her gaze, a knowing glint in his own. “Yeah. I can see where that’s a problem. What with the line out the door waiting to get in and hear Dr. Rebecca Hamilton’s words of wisdom.”
    â€œI see someone else has a sarcastic streak.”
    â€œImagine that. Common ground. It’s a beginning,” he said.
    A beginning was the last thing she wanted. And when he graced her with a grin that made her