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night to Wednesday night?”
    He was quiet for a few moments, then responded, “Gina, if you don’t have time to do this, maybe I should find someone else.”
    They were going to have to clear the air at some point and bring everything out into the open…what had happened since she’d left. Not even her parents knew she’d been raped during her first year at college. But now just wasn’t the right time to go into it with Logan.
    “I’d like to help Daniel if I can, but Family Tree set up a meeting for all its practitioners on Monday evening. There are budget and billing concerns and the decision to have the meeting was made just last night. It’s not something I can opt out of.”
    The only sound she heard was her pulse in her temples, then Logan’s deep baritone, a little lower and huskier now. It affected her the way it always had, making her nerve endings come alive.
    “I see. I shouldn’t have jumped to the conclusion you didn’t want to treat Daniel. But in our situation—”
    “I don’t run from clients who need me.”
    “No, but you might run from me .”
    Because she had run once before. She couldn’t get into that over the phone. “So will Wednesday at six work for you?” she asked, ignoring his comment.
    After a pause, he agreed, “It will work. We’ll see how Daniel responds at that time of evening. If you think theappointments need to be during the day, I’ll take off work if I have to.”
    “You’re there now?”
    “Yes. A malfunction with one of the machines.”
    “Is it unusual for you to be there on a Saturday?”
    “Not really. If we have orders, we cut the material. That’s the only way to stay ahead these days. Fortunately, denim is as popular as it ever was, all different grades, old ways of making it and new.”
    They could talk about his business or…she could say what was in her heart.
    “Logan, the other night…I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about your wife.”
    “Thank you.” His voice was strained.
    “Sometime maybe you can tell me about it. That might help me with Daniel.”
    “You have his medical records. You know he was premature. That’s all you need.”
    She shouldn’t have said anything because he wasn’t going to give an inch with her…even after all these years. He wasn’t going to tell her what his life was about, except for Daniel. Maybe she’d feel the same way if she’d lost her spouse.
    “I didn’t mean to pry. Really. But children are little sponges. Emotions play into their physical development.”
    She could hear Logan blow out a breath. “If there’s anything that I think will help Daniel, I’ll tell you. I’ll see you at six on Wednesday.”
    “Six on Wednesday,” she repeated. She thought she heard him murmur, “Goodbye, Gina,” but she couldn’t be sure.
    When she said goodbye, he was no longer there.

Chapter Two
    T he following Tuesday evening, Gina stirred the pot of soup then tasted it. She wrinkled her nose. Why didn’t her minestrone ever taste like her mother’s?
    She was replacing the lid when she heard the front door slam. Raina called, “I’m home. What smells so good?”
    “Soup. And I stopped for a loaf of bread to go with it. Are you hungry?”
    “For your soup? Yes.”
    Raina Greystone Gibson entered the kitchen. She was a beautiful woman with a Cheyenne heritage. Her hair was long, flowing past her shoulders. Usually she wore a headband or clipped it back in a low ponytail the way it was tonight. It appeared black until she stood in the sun and chestnut highlights gleamed. Gina had liked Raina, a pediatric ear, nose and throat doctor, immediately when she’d met her at Family Tree. She’d learned that Raina had returned to Sagebrush from New York City, where her husband, a firefighter, had been killed on September 11.
    “Is Lily still joining us?” Gina asked, hoping the fertility specialist also practicing at Family Tree hadn’t been held up.
    “Yes, I told her she could drive over with me, but