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“But I see now that you’re exactly the same as you were when we met….”

“Do tell me.” He sounded amused and not in the least repentant.

“Bad tempered and impatient and laughing at me.” She drank the rest of her coffee and said in a small, polite voice, “Thank you for my lunch,” and put out a hand to pick up her purse, but his own large hand came down, very gently, onto hers.

“I’m all those things, and more,” he told her quietly, “but could you not like me a little despite them?”

She sat looking at his hand. It felt cool and strong, cherishing hers in its grasp—the hand of someone who would help her if ever she needed it. She said uncertainly, “I don’t understand you, or know anything about you, but I do like you.”

The hand tightened just a little. “Good,” said the doctor.