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Evan polished off the veal chop while she finished the duck They sipped wine in silence The fire snapped, the fla

He stared at her the whole time he worked out his internal debate

Then he set his glass aside and said, “If we can possibly devise some way to spare your feet in any capacity so that you’re able to continue wearing the shoes that you love—until it becomes impractical to do so,” he added as a caveat, “then it’s absolutely worth helping you”

“It’s not just me, Evan”

“I understand that And I appreciate the sensitivity you have toward your customers’ podiatric health and care But at the very top ofpatients is you”

Warmth flooded Staci’s veins Not in a ined that Dr Evan Hart would be so couessed that everything about the man—even when he tried her nerves—could permeate her insides so that she was consumed by him Addicted to him

In desperate need of him—in more ways than one

This most definitely was not just about shoes

Perhaps she’d known that from the moment he’d steadied her when she’d run into hieon, not the hotter-than-hell man who’d fucked her on his sofa Certainly when he’d nearly kissed her in his office She’d just been in denial the rest of the afternoon, when she’d tried to keep the upper hand as it related to her goal

But then he’d walked into the bar, looking so damn sexy it was a wonder she could concentrate on what Jean was saying to her

And now here Evan was, playing knight in shining armor first and foremost to her—but also to her customers

How could she not adore the man even more?

When Jean returned they raved about the food, but Staci was stuffed to the gills and Evan confessed to the same So Jean packed up a saer and handed over the bag to Evan

“Take this someplace romantic and enjoy it,” Jean told them

Staci gave her friend a big hug “You’re the best”