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I roll my eyes. “Divine effect, huh?” I mutter, and he chuckles. He stares at me a little longer before breaking eye contact.
“You will believe when I treat your son. Where is he?” he asks, and I turn my head to Joey, who is still sleeping.
“Has your son woken up since the time you called for me?” he asks, observing Joey.
I shake my head.
“It would be nice if you used words, sweetheart,” he winks, and I smile.
“No, he didn’t,” I answer as I take my seat.
“That’s more like it,” he says, his focus on Joey.
He is charming, and his charm makes my blood move faster and my hairs stand on end.
He circles around the bed and bends with a stethoscope in hand. He places it under Joey’s shirt and listens.
He sets it aside. He grabs his wrist, and he hums.
I am just surprised he used a
