Dean was not responding to the antibiotics he’d been given for his strep throat. His third strep throat in weeks. ‘What’s up?’ Ben strolled through from his room, looking good enough to eat with his shirt open, exposing his sculpted chest. Do your buttons up. Now. Before I make an idiot of myself again. Bare chests and remaining impervious don’t go together, and it would be best for both of us if I remain aloof from you and your sexy body. Except... If we are finally being honest and open with each other, does it mean there is hope for us? As a couple again? Her heart hammered in her chest. That would come with a load of logistical problems, but if they wanted it badly enough they could sort those. Ben was looking at her strangely. What had she been talking about? A glance at her phone and she was back on track. ‘I’m worried about Dean. I put an assist device into his left ventricle before I came away.’ She clicked back into her mail and found the photo Dean had sent her days ago.
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