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responded to his conversational lead. It was much easier to concentrate on their training than…well, other things.
    Because he was there and they were already talking about school, it seemed only logical to spend some time studying together after they’d eaten. Their lecture on the following Monday would be about antibiotic-resistant, hospital-acquired infections, so they discussed the topic together, quizzing each other on their knowledge so they would be prepared if their attending physician aimed questions at either of them.
    Settling into their practiced study routine, Haley was able to relax and put the former awkwardness aside, to her relief. Ron fell back into teasing, to which she responded with her usual retorts.
    As so often was the case, she picked up the information a bit more quickly than Ron—memorization just came easier to her than to him, though once he internalized the material, he retained it well. When she sensed he was becoming frustrated, she tactfully boosted his morale by reminded him how well he’d been doing in the rotation. Clinical skills were his strongpoint; the fact that he struggled a bit more with the memorization just meant everyone had different learning styles and strengths, which she had lectured more than once during the past two years.
    When both were satisfied they were prepared for Monday’s lecture, Ron glanced at his watch and stood to leave. “Thanks for the sandwich. And the study help,” he added, moving toward the door.
    She walked with him so she could lock up behind him. “You helped me, too,” she assured him. “It’s always easier to study with someone.”
    Rounding the end of the couch to join him at the door, she stumbled over a strap of the computer bag she’d left lying on the floor. She threw out a hand to steady herself, bumping against the lamp on the end table. She had no trouble preventing a fall, but the hematite bracelet she’d donned that morning caught on the lamp. Shiny, gray-black stones scattered at her feet when the elastic cording snapped.
    â€œDarn it.” She bent to scoop up stones, sweeping one hand beneath the couch to retrieve a couple that had tumbled under there.
    Ron helped her, plucking a stone from beneath the end table, another from the top of the table. “I don’t see any more.”
    â€œThanks.” She shook her head. “Clumsy of me.”
    â€œCan you have the bracelet restrung?”
    â€œI’ll restring it myself when I have time. Kris gave it to me. The stones are hematite—supposed to be calming and grounding.”
    â€œOh.” He dropped the stones he held into her open hand as if they’d suddenly turned hot. She knew he’d never cared for Kris. She’d always assumed it was simply a personality clash.
    â€œOkay, I’m off. See you Monday. Have a good weekend.”
    â€œYou, too.” She caught the door when he opened it, preparing to lock it behind him.
    Ron turned on the step outside her ground-floor apartment, the familiar look in his eyes warning her that he was going to say something outrageous. “Hey, Haley?”
    Her lips twitched. “Yes, Ron?”
    â€œTo make it clear—I find your bones totally jumpable. Just don’t want to do anything to mess up a good friendship, you know?”
    â€œUm—” She had no idea how she was supposed to respond to that.
    Laughing, he turned and walked away.
    After a moment, she shook her head, then shut the door with a bit more force than necessary.
    Trust Ron to make such an odd joke out of a situation that had already been awkward enough, she thought with a sigh of exasperation.
    She spent the rest of the evening wondering at random times if Ron really found her “jumpable.”
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    Rounds on Monday morning went very well. Haley and Hardik had no difficulty with their patient presentations, and Ron sailed through his. To Haley’s relief, Ron was