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chest tightened.
    Connie shook her head, looking grim. They both knew Mr. Jeffries never asked Kira to his office for anything good.
    Kira strained to inhale, expanding her lungs to full capacity to make sure they were working as she glanced at the clock. Still not even noon and she was ready to call it a day. “When?”
    â€œAs soon as you’re off the phone.”
    Kira stood.
    â€œI spoke with Myra,” Connie said. “She told me they don’t have a Daisy Limone as a patient.”
    That didn’t make any sense. “One more thing I’ll have to look into.” Kira made a note on her ever-growing To Do list.
    â€œShe said another certified home health care agency has been approved in her area. Wants to know why all of our patients are suddenly going to them?”
    A very good question that Kira would find the answer to as soon as she could find a free minute.
    â€œDo me another favor?” she asked Connie.
    â€œName it.”
    â€œTonight, at the bar, please don’t let me drink too much.” The way she felt right now, it was a definite possibility.
    Connie gave her a “yeah, right” look. “You know, maybe if you let loose once in a while you wouldn’t be wound so tight and grabbing for your chest every time Mr. Jeffries’s name is mentioned.”
    Kira looked down at her hand resting on her sternum.
    â€œWhat if tonight, you get rip-roaring drunk?” Connie said. “And I make sure you get home to my apartment safely?”
    Kira shook her head. “I can’t. I start administrative call at eight on Saturday morning.” If her week was any indication, this weekend would likely be a nightmare. “I can’t be hungover.” She eyed Connie. “Sheila’s the case manager on call.”
    â€œWell that sucks.”
    Exactly.
    Sheila, who had been working at WCHC twice as long as Kira. Sheila, who had been considered for the position of Director of Case Management at the same as Kira. Sheila, who had not taken Kira’s promotion well and spent a good deal of time searching out evidence of why she believed Kira should not be the Director of Case Management, which she happily shared with Mr. Jeffries. Sheila, who just happened to be Daisy Limone’s case manager.

CHAPTER TWO
    T HIS HAD TO be the stupidest thing Dr. Derrick Limone had ever done. Considering all the crazy stuff he’d gotten himself into as a teenager that was saying something. An uncle in law enforcement had kept him out of jail. Pure dumb luck had kept him alive and in one piece.
    But he’d moved past all that had gotten his life together. He was a respectable physician now, living a respectable, law-abiding life.
    At least until tonight, when he’d followed Ms. Kira Peniglatt from her office to the very bar where he now sat...staring into a half empty mug of beer, contemplating the best way to snatch her away from her friend and calculating the possible consequences of doing so.
    Desperation led people to do stupid things.
    In the past, his stupidity could be blamed on a desperate need for excitement to alleviate the mundane boredom of small-town life.
    Tonight...tonight was payback, not that he could ever fully repay his parents for all they’d done for him. But today he’d planned to travel down to the New York City office of We Care Health Care to get a start on trying.
    Only a walk-in patient complaining of chest pain had made him miss his train. And an insane amount of late Friday afternoon traffic had made him too late to catch her during business hours. So when he’d seen her leaving her office building, he’d followed her. Like a deranged stalker.
    She laughed, a loud, confident, bold sound that caught his attention every single time, as if there weren’t dozens of other people in the crowded bar. He glanced her way to see her tossing back a third shot of Southern Comfort with lime. Apparently she hadn’t