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diapers all day—and maybe every day because they don’t smell as bad to you.”
    Dane had grumbled about both things, and Christa had made her escape while he was still protesting.
    He’d wanted his wife to come down and smell things?
    Okay, so, her parents hadn’t noticed, but they also hadn’t spent as much time with Vanessa and Dane. Something was weird about their relationship—beyond them mating like bunnies. She’d wanted to take the hose to them at the Christmas party two weeks ago, when Vanessa was on the verge of giving birth.
    On the other hand, when you found out you had a debilitating illness, you gave up things—dreams, expectations, worries. She’d given up suspending her disbelief. As far as she was concerned, nothing was outside the realm of possibility. It took too much time to worry about whether something was possible or not possible. If it was happening, it was possible, and she’d accept it. Also, she’d given up her dream of being an astronaut, but really, it was past time for that.
    So if Dane wanted Vanessa to come down and smell things—okay, whatever…but she’d just given birth. Since he was so resolute, though, she’d smell things on Vanessa’s behalf and tell Dane it was good and done—things had been smelled .
    She stepped outside the hospital and inhaled. Wow, today smelled amazing. She even felt a little better. Maybe it was because she’d settled this thing with her roommate and gotten out of that apartment, which really didn’t smell nearly as good as this place. Mackenzie had stopped taking care of herself a few weeks back, so Christa had thrown her in the shower fully clothed a few times, done her laundry, and washed the dishes. But still, there was nothing like being outside in Washington State—outside the city—to remind you that nature wasn’t so far away.
    But seriously, it smelled really good. So good. Dane was right. Vanessa should have come out here and sucked in a good deep lungful of this stuff. It smelled like…trees and heat and forever.
    She’d been walking toward her car, but she stopped.
    What?
    Heat?
    It was like forty degrees out here.
    Forever?
    What the crap did forever smell like?
    Okay, maybe she’d gotten too much fresh air. Beside her, a car laid on the horn, bringing Christa back to her surroundings. She was standing right in one of the lanes of the parking lot.
    She’d also given up another thing when she’d been diagnosed with MS three years ago: her inner filter.
    Christa walked around the hood of the car to the driver’s side. She motioned for him to roll down the window. It was a man in his forties with a frown on his face, and he did roll down his window—they usually did. She leaned down on his door.
    “Hey, how’s it going? Well, you’re at a hospital, so it’s most likely not the best day of your life…but otherwise, how is life treating you?”
    He narrowed his eyes.
    “In a hurry?” she asked.
    “Yes, and you were just standing there in the middle of the parking lot. I have to be back at work.”
    “Uh-huh…and I get that. I get that you weren’t concerned that maybe there was something wrong with me—maybe I was here finding out I had fifteen minutes to live so I thought I’d enjoy one of them in the parking lot—this gorgeous parking lot.”
    Now he was scowling.
    “And that’s cool. My name is Christa, by the way. I’m a Sagittarius. I like to bowl—though not as much right now—you see, I have MS and sometimes my left side doesn’t work so well and even though I’m right-handed it throws things off, you know? My balance. I used to bowl a great game. How about you? You like to bowl?”
    “Yes.” He was grudgingly being polite. She’d pegged him as a bowler. Bowlers called to one another.
    “That’s great. What’s your best game?”
    “241.”
    “241? That’s fantastic…wait…what’s your name?”
    “Charles.”
    “That’s really incredible, Charles. I was going to brag up my 215, but