Leilani had also seen the news about the Sloan Group in the financial papers. She treated it as a joke, skimming it without much concern for the family's actual situation.
As it happened, Ethan Jenkins had just returned from a business trip. He called Leilani and asked to meet, saying he wanted to give her the birthday present he hadn’t been able to give her on time.
Leilani readily agreed; she also wanted to ask him about the patient from the other day.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the glass window, casting a warm glow on the wooden tabletop. They had arranged to meet at a coffee shop near Leilani’s clinic.
When she pushed open the door, Ethan was already waiting for her at a window seat. He was dressed in a simple dark shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. Two cups of coffee sat on the table; one was half-empty, while steam was still rising from the other.
“Sorry, have you been waiting long?” Leilani asked, sitting down across from him.
Ethan looked up, his eyes meeting hers as a smile touched his lips. “Not at all. I just got here.”
He pushed the coffee toward her. “I ordered you a cappuccino with one sugar and one milk. It was a bit of a guess, so I’m not sure if it’s to your taste.”
Leilani was pleasantly surprised. “You guessed perfectly. I don’t usually drink coffee, but when I do, I always add sugar and milk.”
Ethan chuckled. “I just guessed based on your personality. You never liked bitter things when we were kids, so I got you a cappuccino since the coffee flavor isn’t too strong.”
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