Winning Back His Doctor Bride. Tina Beckett

that night. It had taken her almost three weeks to get the window repaired. Something she wasn’t going to tell James, because she had the strange sensation he wouldn’t be happy about that. Why he would even care, though, was beyond her.

      “I was out that night. But it turned out to be nothing. No big drama. No one was hiding inside the clinic.”

      His frown deepened. “You went in by yourself?”

      No. Tyler had gone in and checked the place out, even though she could tell he’d been crushed by their breakup. She’d tried to take a taxi home, but he’d insisted on driving her.

      He was a good man, a simple man with simple tastes, and Mila wished with all her heart that she could have fallen in love with him. But you couldn’t control who you loved. She’d found that out the hard way—had mooned after James, even as she’d flown off to the jungles of Brazil to get away from her pain.

      And it had worked. She’d come back a changed person. At least she’d thought she had. Now she wasn’t so sure.

      “No, I had someone with me.”

      James swallowed, if that jerky movement of his throat could be called a swallow.

      “I’m glad.” He called for the check and slipped a credit card into the padded folder. “I’ll take you up on that coffee, if the offer is still open. It’ll give us a chance to pick a couple of pictures and get them to the marketing department in time for the opening in a few weeks.”