"Claudia," he said, "besides work and fighting, can't we just have a normal conversation?"
"If we're not talking about work and not fighting, what do you want to talk about?" she shot back. "Feelings? Do you even have any?"
They stared at each other, and the light in York's eyes slowly dimmed. He suppressed his frustration and changed the subject. "Clear some time next week. Let's go to the Ferguson Mansion for dinner together."
Claudia shook his hand off. "A team of specialists from abroad is visiting the hospital next week. I don't have time."
With that, she turned and went back to the bedroom.
York stood alone in the living room, watching her slender figure disappear, his brow furrowing deeper. It seemed that no matter what he said or did now, she didn't believe him. Before, she would at least humor him after a fight. But ever since that prenuptial agreement was voided, she couldn't even be bothered to pretend.
For the next several days, Claudia was so busy that she left early and came home late, missing all three meals at home. That evening at dinner, Peter and Rock came over to freeload, finding York alone as usual.
The three men sat at the large dining table, each occupying one side.
"Why is the eighteenth level of hell empty?" Peter asked as he shoveled rice into his mouth.
"Did that ugly thing move out?" Rock added.
York found both of them incredibly annoying. "You're here five days out of seven. Don't you ever get tired of it?" he said, his face grim.
Peter glanced at York. "As long as you two aren't divorced, this house is half Claudia's. I'm eating Claudia's food, not yours."
"Exactly," Rock chimed in. "Claudia hasn't said anything. What right do you have to tell us not to eat here?"
Peter shot York a defiant look. "If you keep glaring at us, we'll just stay the night."
Watching the bright, confident, and radiant Claudia on the screen, a flicker of desire ignited in York's deep eyes.
That evening, as Claudia and a colleague were leaving through the staff exit, York walked up to meet them. Hearing the envious whispers from her colleagues, Claudia pulled York aside. "What are you doing here?"
"Is there anything wrong with me coming to pick up my wife from work?" York replied.
Claudia frowned at him. This was the first time in all the years she had known him that she had ever heard him use the word 'wife'. What was this new brand of crazy? Did Ann cheat on him?
Claudia was reminded by her colleague, so she told York, "I've got to work late tonight—Director Jesse and I have a house call to make. You should head home first."
York took her hand. "I'll take you there."
For Gideon to agree to let two attending physicians go on a house call together meant the patient's condition was likely severe, and their identity was undoubtedly significant.

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