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patients deserve the best I can give them’ speech. There’s a heart somewhere under that Valentino double-breasted suit.” Sabrina plopped into her leather chair behind her desk. “I trust you to get the full scoop of what the grapevine is saying about me.”
    â€œThe nurses will applaud you,” Kara said.
    â€œThe doctors will crucify me,” Sabrina said, then smiled mischievously. “It won’t be the first time. At least my direct supervisor won’t be back until Monday.”
    â€œI’d say that calls for a celebration. Why don’t you come over tonight for dinner? I’m doing a new pasta and shrimp dish.”
    Sabrina’s smile wavered. As much as she liked Kara, her mother barely tolerated Sabrina. In all the four months since Sabrina had moved in two doors down and all the times she’d been to Kara’s house, Sabrina had never seen the woman smile.
    â€œIt’s Thursday, so Mama will be glued to the TV set, watching her programs,” Kara coaxed, her smile a bit forced.
    Sabrina immediately felt a twinge of guilt. “Since you’re a fabulous cook and hostess, you talked me into it. I’ll bring the wine.”
    â€œDeal. See you when I see you.” Kara went to the door. “Bye.”
    â€œBye,” Sabrina said, then pulled the notebook toward her. She had one more patient to check on before she called it a day. Her mind tried to veer toward Dr. Mathis’s sexy body, but she pulled it firmly away. He was off-limits.
    *   *   *
    Cade looked at the GPS, then at the one-story cottage home on the quiet street off Polk Street in an older, slightly affluent neighborhood in Oak Cliff and frowned. The quaint brick-and-stone home wasn’t what he’d expected.
    Sabrina Thomas dressed well, wore understated but expensive jewelry and the orthopedic-surgery-waiting-to-happen killer heels that women tortured their feet to wear. He thought she’d prefer a more happening and carefree place to live.
    He had expected to see one of the new high-rise town homes or one of the apartments that catered more to an easy, affluent lifestyle that were popping up all over Dallas. A home meant work, permanence, and the very reason he’d chosen to live at Navarone Place.
    He’d been lucky enough to purchase one of the highly prized penthouses that rarely came up for sale. The twenty-four-hour chef on duty meant Cade never had to worry about his dinner. He simply put in his weekly order on Sunday and the food was delivered to his penthouse at 7 P.M. each night. And, if he was going to be late, all he had to do was call and reschedule.
    Getting out of the low-slung car, he rounded the hood and started up the curved walkway. By the door and under the two large oak trees on either side of the neatly trimmed yard were blooming flowers in a rainbow of colors. He couldn’t imagine her having the time to take care of the place herself.
    However, if she liked flowers, perhaps he could smooth the tension between them with a bouquet or two. He wanted this animosity, or whatever it was between them, gone. Others on the staff might disagree with him, but they kept their opinions to themselves.
    He just needed to get Sabrina to be the same way. He’d had enough chaos growing up to last several lifetimes.
    Memories tried to surface of that forgotten time, but he ruthlessly pushed them away. He wasn’t a man to live in the past. His long finger pressed the doorbell almost covered by English ivy. He waited, and then rang again. He glanced at the late-model red Audi convertible in the driveway. He had no idea if that was her car or if she lived alone.
    â€œAre you looking for Sabrina?” inquired a scratchy male voice.
    He turned to see an elderly couple. The tall man in jeans and a white shirt leaned lightly on a cane. The woman similarly dressed stood close beside him with a four-foot section of a broom handle clutched in