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Chapter 124: Kidnapped
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ALISON"All right, I admit it. This place is lovely." I sipped tea from my paper-thin china cup and sighed in contentment. "Tell me why we haven't done this before. Little sandwiches, scones, and three levels of the most delicious pastries . . . this is heaven." "Well, I'd do the I told you so dance, but I'm too busy letting this clotted cream give me an orgasm." Darcy popped a corner of her scone, covered with the fluffy cream, into her waiting mouth. "So good." She moaned her appreciation. Emma and I exchanged indulgent smiles. Darcy had been a fairly quiet, serious, hardworking nurse practitioner when I'd arrived in Harper Springs. But since reigniting an old flame with her football-player first love, getting pregnant and married, she'd definitely loosened up."I wonder if they'd consider catering my bridesmaids' luncheon," Emma mused, nibbling on a cookie. "I planned to do it at the farm, but I don't want Anna to cook-not that I don't love her food, I do-but I'd like it if sh
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 128: Pain management
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 129: Benched
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 130: Stretching
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Diagnosis: Love Chapter 131: Wedding buddies
NOAH"Noah?" The voice behind me as I stood under the portico at the hotel was hesitant but oddly familiar. I turned around to see a drop-dead gorgeous total babe approaching me from the direction of the lobby. "Uh . . . Alison?" I croaked like a boy going through adolescence. "Hey. Um, wow. You look . . ." I gave a little cough to try to get my voice back under control. "Amazing." Her cheeks flushed a very pretty pink. "Thank you. You don't look bad yourself. Actually, if I'm going for brutal honesty, you look a hell of a lot better than you did the last time I saw you."I grimaced. "Not hard to do. I was pretty wrecked that day." "Yeah, I know." She glanced around us. "So you're staying here, too?" "There wasn't a lot of choice. Emma said all of the out of town guests who weren't being put up by people in Harper Spring were coming to this hotel. It was nice of them to spring for the shuttle." "Nice, yes. A good idea, absolutely." Alison tilted her head. "Think about all
Diagnosis: Love Chapter 132: Beautiful
NOAH"And now, by the power vested in me by the state of Florida and by God Almighty, I now pronounce you man and wife." The minister beamed down at Emma and Deacon. "Deacon, son, you may kiss your bride." There was spontaneous applause among all of us witnessing the marriage, followed by a outburst of awwwws as Deacon framed Emma's glowing face with his hands and bent his head to kiss her. Next to me, Alison sighed, and I smiled. I got the sense that the good doctor liked people to think that she was impervious to things like romance and sentiment, but the expression on her face as our friends had made their vows gave lie to that idea. This was the first wedding I'd attended since Ang had died. I'd had a few invitations from teammates and cousins since her death, but I'd made an excuse for every single one. I'd known all along, though, that I couldn't miss Emma's big day. She was too good a friend for me to hurt her that way. In addition to our close friendship, she and Deacon
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