“Hmm.” He waved dismissively, sliding the spreadsheets into a binder, then powering down his tablet. “Sure I do. It’s my passion.”
That last word launched tingles through her, her breasts tight and sensitive in her bra. She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry you’re stuck in a sling.”
He waved aside her sympathy. “Speaking of things we’re passionate about... Tell me why volunteering at the hospital is so important to you that you’ll use up your time off rather than relaxing like most other people would.”
That was the last thing she wanted to talk about. No one in her life knew of the baby she’d given up for adoption. There hadn’t been anyone in her life to share the grief with when it happened. And now? More than ever she wanted to move on. It was better to depend solely on herself.
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