‘A pharmacist.’
‘We don’t have such a thing. We get what we need when we need it. Do you need something?’
‘Insulin.’
There was an even longer pause. ‘For you?’ he asked at last, and Gina thought, Yes, the man was fast. He’d have figured it couldn’t have been for CJ. She’d never have been able to leave him with strangers if it had been CJ.
‘Yes. For me.’
He frowned. ‘Does Cal know you’re diabetic?’
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