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 You texted me, too.
Jack pushed himself up against the pillows.  I knew I d have better odds of someone showing up if
I texted you both.
Daniel and Story exchanged incredulous glances.  So what did you want, Jack?
 Breakfast.
Story made a choked noise.  Breakfast?
 The food here is abysmal. Jack rubbed his chin.  I m in the mood for a Danish.
 Jack, I ran out of a briefing, Daniel grated, massaging his forehead.  I thought something bad
happened. And you re telling me this is about baked goods?
He shrugged his broad shoulders.  It s the most important meal of the day.
Next to him, Story practically fell into a chair.  I need a drink.
Jack ignored her.  Daniel, show Story that bakery down on Third Avenue. The one that sells the
giant black-and-white cookies.
 Every bakery in New York sells giant black-and-white cookies.
 Ah, you know the one. He waved a hand in the air.  With the muffins and stuff.
 We ll find one. Story stood.  In the meantime, no more emergency texts for food or you won t be
the only heart attack victim in the family.
Jack turned his attention back to the television, where Mr. Howell was drinking a martini out of a
coconut.  Sure thing. Just as Daniel and Story were about to leave the room, his head whipped
toward them.  Oh, wait. Story, since you re both here, why don t you pass on Hayden s phone number
to Daniel. After everything you ve told me about Hayden, I think they d really hit it off.
Daniel s surprised gaze shot to Story, who d frozen and visibly paled underneath the bright hospital
lighting. He watched closely as she hesitated, started to speak, then stopped. Flustered, she dug her
phone out of her purse.  Oh, um. Sure. Okay.
Daniel reluctantly keyed the number into his phone as Story read it off quietly, and filed it under
 Never. She refused to look at him as they left the room, but Daniel could practically feel the tension
radiating from her. With the manufactured crisis averted, he finally took the chance to drink her in.
Everything about her was soft and inviting, begging for his touch. She wore a pale-yellow T-shirt
tucked into a lightweight floral skirt. Near her neck, a red string peeked out over the neck of her shirt.
Unable to stop himself, he reached over and toyed with it.  What s this?
 A bathing suit, Story answered brusquely.  Hayden and I are road-tripping to the beach today.
Impatiently, she pushed her hair over her shoulder.  Do you want to come with us? I promise to make
myself scarce.
With considerable effort, Daniel hid a pleased smile.  You can t really be jealous. You re acting
like I asked you for Hayden s number. That was all Jack.
 You didn t hesitate taking it. They breezed past the vending machine where they d met. The first
time they d been in that spot, he d been willing to do anything to get her alone, beneath him. Now, he
was doing everything he could to keep his hands off. Give her time to view him as more than a
rebound. Daniel wanted to laugh at the irony of it, but he was in too much pain for it to be funny. Story
punched the button for the elevator.  There s no need to wait until I leave New York to call her.
Don t let me cramp your style.
They stepped into the empty elevator. Daniel stood in front of her, looking down into her upturned
face. Damn if her irritated little pout wasn t turning him on. But the last thing he wanted was her
feeling insecure. Especially over him and another woman. That was the very thing he wanted to
avoid. Daniel took her wrist, drew circles with his thumb on the delicate skin.  Do you honestly think
I d use it?
She shrugged one shoulder.  I don t 
A hand shot out to stop the doors from rolling closed. When Nurse Helen poked her head in and
smiled, Daniel wanted the ground to open up and swallow him. He edged closer to Story in the hopes
that she would get the message. No dice. He d obviously done something to offend the universe, and
now it was making his life hell.
 Hi there, she greeted him cheerfully, without a single glance in Story s direction.  You haven t
used my number yet. What s taking you so long?
With a tight smile, Story answered for him.  He s lousy with numbers at the moment. I m sure he ll
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