Phoebe lugged the spaghetti over, sneaking a peek at Theodore''s chiseled face. Their eyes met for a hot second in the zing summer sunset. Theodore quickly looked away, awkwardly rubbing his thumb against the corner of his eye.


    Was he getting all teary-eyed?@@novelbin@@


    Phoebe bit her lip. She plopped the tray on the round table, then set up the small table on the hospital bed, and slid the tray in front of Theodore. "Whipped up some spaghetti. Dig in."


    Theodore gave it a once-over.


    "How''d you whip this up so fast?" he asked.


    Phoebe, standing by the bed, forced a reply through gritted teeth, "You said you were starving, right? If I didn''t hustle, you''d be a goner by now." Not exactly aforting thought!


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