it was Doc, with his medical bag.
The other man said, “Jenna told me that she put you up in this cabin. How do you like it?”
“It’s fine. But I don’t believe that the bed is magical. I know you do, though.”
“I’m a man of science, but I’ve learned that sometimes logic doesn’t apply.”
J.D. didn’t respond, and the subject was dropped. Regardless, the feeling remained. He was still concerned that he might have a sensual dream.
Doc examined him and recommended more bed rest. J.D. followed orders and went to sleep early that night. He didn’t dream about Jenna.
Much to his shock, he dreamed about himself, with an emotion-packed glimpse of who he was as a child.
Chapter Four
Jenna looked across the table at Donna. They were having breakfast together again, and today Donna was paging through wallpaper samples that were stacked beside her.
“We really should stop meeting like this,” Jenna said.
Her sister glanced up and rolled her eyes. But she smiled, too, lightening the moment.
After their mom died, they rarely shared a meal. They would just grab their food and go. Actually, they hadn’t dined together all that much when Mom had been around, either. She’d been depressed over the divorce, then she’d gotten sick.
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