“I like these fees,” Jasher moaned as he came up for air. Then, he kissed her back, lifting her into his arms and turning in a slow circle. “How do I sign up to pay them day, after day, after day?” His whispered question sent her to the skies and back.

Sage spun—the world was Jasher’s mouth and his electrifying kiss.

“Hey, lovers!” Tyanne hung on that last s again. “Your dinner is done over here. Quit making out in the woods and come eat.”

Caught.

Sage extracted herself, but she was ready to spin again and again with him. So long as whatever Jasher had to say to her later tonight, when they were alone, didn’t involve anything with a long-term commitment. And yet, the way things were sounding …

No. She’d put the brakes on that. She couldn’t endanger him with her curse.

“Hey, gang.” Tyanne held out a paper plate loaded down with grilled chicken and potato chips, and Sage took it. “You guys are the cutest couple, can I just say? You’re going to have the most gorgeous babies.”

For some reason Tate glared at Tyanne and made some kind of snurfle sound. She shot him a shut up look.

What was up with that?

“But no pressure, eh?” Jasher took his plate. “Let’s see, we’ve been on four dates at this point, and Sage asked me on all of them.”

“Wait a minute.” She pinched his elbow. “You’re the one who offered. I’m just the one who said yes.”

“You’re paying for them, my friend.”

Fine. True.

Jasher was lighter around his family. Jokier. Maybe this was the real Jasher—or at least one facet of him. More and more facets became visible every day.

And I have to give him up.

“What’s new at the hospital? I mean, don’t cross any HIPAA privacy lines, but is there anything interesting going on?”

They stood around the grill with their plates, picking at their meals.

“Jasher performed surgery on someone who’d sworn a blood feud against him.”

“Oh, everyone knows that.” Tyanne waved the suggestion away with a little pshaw. “Even we out-of-towners. Nice job saving Cade Calhoun’s legs.”

No need to ask how they knew. Small town news traveled fast.

“I also heard you saved the life of Anne-Marie Barlow’s husband after he was transported out of Mendon, and had already been admitted at a larger hospital.”

“True. Jasher’s hunch was spot-on.” Sage almost grinned like he belonged to her. “Who’d have thought Jasher the surgeon also had such an ability for diagnosis?”

The labs for Barlow’s blood had come back at almost seventy micrograms of lead per deciliter of his blood—utterly toxic. For now, Powell Barlow was receiving chelation therapy in Reedsville. He was still under observation as he took the EDTA, and it might be several weeks or even months of treatment as the lead levels went down, but Powell Barlow would live to farm another season.

“I believe it. Jasher’s a genius at everything.” Tyanne beamed.

Sage tried to hide her own beaming. Jasher had a variety of kinds of genius, for sure. She almost shivered at the memory of their interactions a few moments ago, the way he’d run his hands across her skin, the way his kiss turned her insides to flames.

“Not at everything.” Jasher let out a pfft.

“Hear hear.” Tate’s tone had an edge. “Quit stoking the fires of that over-inflated ego.”

“I also heard that that hospital—where Powell Barlow is being treated—is considering offering you a position on their diagnostic staff.” Tyanne took a large bite of her chicken.

A job offer? Sage’s guts climbed onto a roller coaster and did three death-defying loops.

Tyanne chuckled. “Okay, I made up that last part about the job offer.”

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