I gritted my teeth. “Where’s your dad?” “Somewhere around the ninth hole at Pebble Beach, I’d assume,” she replied with a wicked grin that brought out a dimple in each cheek. I found myself staring, riveted. “He retired years ago, after I took over the practice.” “You’re the island doctor now?” I was pretty sure if my eyes bulged any more, they’d fall out of the sockets and plop onto the foyer floor. “Nora Kenworthy, MD.” She swapped the helmet to her other side to free up her right hand, offering it in greeting. Her brow furrowed when I failed to respond, and she studied me for a moment, her
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