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He opened his mouth to argue again, and I sighed in defeat. I was going to have to admit the issue.

“I don’t like needles.”

He visibly relaxed as understanding crossed his face. “I see,” he said. “That’s common. Why don’t you take a few deep breaths for me?”

I could feel Liam’s eyes burning a hole in the side of my head. I knew he was probably annoyed, and I refused to look at him. So I had a fear of needles and I was a grown woman. He could get over it.

I took deep breaths, as instructed.

“I’ll make this quick,” Holden said. “Tell me something about yourself. What do you love to do?”

I stared at him, and he grinned.

“It’ll distract you.”

I doubted it, but I was willing to try anything. Although I didn’t have much time for things I enjoyed to do. Lately, every day felt like another day I had to wake up and fight to survive. When was the last time I had done something fun?

“Gardening,” I said finally, and a smile touched my lips.

His eyebrows shot up. “Gardening, huh? I can’t keep a cactus alive.”

“My Mama D had the most amazing flower gardens. She would plant everything and anything. She could save a plant on the brink of death and bring it back to life.”

Memories of her always seemed to make bad days better.

“Your grandmother?” Holden asked.

I nodded. “Yes. My dad’s mother. We spent hours in the sun, planting things. I don’t have a yard or a chance to do that now, but I have a scrapbook. I pick up brochures with flower gardens, cut out pictures I like, and save them so that when I do have a yard one day, I’ll have all those ideas to work with.”

Wallace used to make fun of my book full of flowers and plants. I never cared. It made me happy to sit and look over all of them. Daydream about the day I could plant gardens that would make Mama D proud.

“I like that,” Holden said as he untied the rubber strap around my arm.

I looked down to see the bandage taped at the bend of my arm, then jerked my gaze back up to meet his. “You got it already?” I asked in amazement.

He nodded. “Yep, and I think I might just take up gardening.”

A laugh bubbled out of me as I turned, remembering Liam was beside me. I’d forgotten about him. He was studying me as if I were some curiosity he’d never seen before and wasn’t sure what to think of it.

He stood up, turning his attention to Holden. “I was told three days until I get the results.”

Holden nodded. “Yes. We got the instructions to expedite this. You’ll get a call in three days’ time.”

“Let’s go,” he said to me as he walked around me.

“She might need a moment,” Holden said, turning to me. “Are you weak or dizzy?”

I shook my head and scooted off the chair to let my feet fall back down to the floor. “I’m fine.”

“All right then. Good luck.”

I had needed someone to be nice to me today. I liked Nurse Holden. “Thanks.”

He glanced over at Liam, and his smile fell before he nodded, then turned to walk away. Shifting my attention to Liam, I saw the scowl in place that I assumed was only reserved for me. He didn’t say anything more, but headed for the exit. I hurried to keep up and tried hard not to think about what the future held.

This man was determined to hate me, and we were going to have a child together. I needed all the luck I could get.

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