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“How’s Delia?”

Whoa

My head snaps in his direction “Hoho?”

He huffs out a deep laugh “Your sister? How is she doing?”

“You know her?” I question him because I must have been unconscious when that introduction happened

Delia has never stopped by the clinic She’s probably gone out of her way to avoid it My sister can’t handle blood and gore I know that because she fainted in my arms when I ran over to her place after work one day with a streak of canine blood on my pristine white polo shirt

Delia went down for the count I caught her and ditched the shirt immediately

Since then, my work and what it entails have never been part of our discussions

“Not yet, but I’d like to know her”

He drops that into my orbit and then sips on his coffee

“What?”

His gaze wanders to a spot on the wall behind ram”

An Instagram follow and an in-person s

I don’t want led with my boss

I sure as fuck don’t need that Donovan’s reputation oet involved with hiardless of how much I admire Donovan’s co my sister’s heart on my watch

“Did you start following her too?” It’s a si dirty?

“I did,” he confesses with a stru”

Delia? Delia Hawthorne and her never-ending posting of positivity quotes and uins?

I follow her too, but it’s with a fake account

“Delia is coh to send his interest in someone else’s direction

“Is there anythingthan a complicated woman?” he asks with a chuckle

A brilliant pink-haired one who is deter a doctor

I drink fro clue what to say to him

“Is she involved with anyone?”

I shrug “The last time we met up she wasn’t, but…”

“But, things change,” he states coolly “I’ because I noticed her most recent post ith a man”

I tear ram