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CHAPTER FOUR

“DID SELENA MILANO call to make her third appointment?” Jack asked.

Andy looked up from the computer in the trailer office where he was doing his phone-and-scheduling turn in the rotation. “Not since the last time you asked. Fifteen minutes ago. Why does this particular woman make you nervous?”

Andy had to be pulling his leg, although it was hard to tell. Jack did extensive background checks on his employees and interns. He paid well. He created an excellent work environment. But he didn’t befriend the staff. Right from the start, however, Andy bent that unspoken rule, whether with personal comments or questions like the one he’d just asked. Outgoing himself, he didn’t seem content, leaving Jack to the sole company of animals.

“The only reason I’m asking,” Jack explained, “is that I want to make sure you tell her—if she calls—she gets an additional session. The way things worked out, the others barely amounted to one.”

“Are you counting Sunday when you made a special trip to deliver that DVD?”

“I thought if her son saw it—”

“Relax, boss.” Andy grinned. “I’m riding you. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Apparently he did.

“If she calls,” Andy continued, “how about I let you handle it?”

“No. I have a workshop with the interns this morning. I’ll be busy.”

“Do you even think she’ll call? Her kid was pretty bent out of shape.”

“I don’t know.” He’d delivered the documentary the day before yesterday. Plenty of time for them to watch it. Plenty of time for her to respond.

“Why don’t you call her?”