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Cody glanced over at Madie and smiled. There was no doubt she was sleeping. He’d never known her not to have something to say. She was the mistress of trivia with the ability to remember all the little details. He admired that.
They’d chatted nonstop on the way into Kelowna. After delivering their patients to the Kelowna Wildlife Centre, they’d picked up the supplies, and were sixty minutes into their hour and a half drive home. He turned the dial on the radio from raucous country music to a Seattle jazz station and turned the volume down.
A quiet snore escaped every once in a while from the back of Madie’s throat. He glanced at her full, parted lips and something inside him stirred. Her long, dark red hair flowed around her face and shoulders in clusters of curls. She usually wore it
