"A good doctor goes where he's needed. I guess I could suffer through some homemade baked goods," Caleb said thoughtfully, leaning away from JP just in case he took mock offense. "Are we still on for dinner that night?"

For the last year or two, Thursdays and Saturdays had become the pair's usual dinner nights. Almost always, it was JP cooking; Caleb's few attempts at something more complicated than spaghetti had ended in some pretty creative disasters.