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“How about if I take over for you here, and you run to get the doctor?”
Jesse could see the tension release from Louise’s shoulders.
“A perfect solution. Will you, Charlie?” She gave Jesse a grateful look before stepping toward the registration desk. “It would save a lot of time and could save Priscilla’s life.”
Charlie looked uncertain. “But Mr. Evans—”
Louise had regained her confidence. “If Mr. Evans gives you any trouble, you tell him to talk to me.”
Instead of continuing to resist, Charlie grabbed his jacket and was out the door before Jesse could say anything.
Louise then turned to him. “Thank you, Mr. Hammond. That was an excellent idea.”
He warmed in her smile of gratitude. It had been a while since a woman looked at him with such appreciation. It felt good. It felt almost normal. Maybe the nightmares wouldn’t return tonight.
“Glad to help. But please call me Jesse. We are going to work together, after all.”
The familiarity made her blush. “I thought I only needed to take attendance and monitor from the back of the room.” She brushed a hand over her hair, though it was perfectly in place, still pulled back in that dour bun. What he wouldn’t give to see it loose. But a widow, especially one like Louise Smythe, would never wear her hair down.
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