Zoe had known as soon as she walked through the front door for her night shift that it was going to be a long night. It had proved to be even worse than she'd thought, for it was almost 6 hours into her shift before she got a chance to sit down.

She'd just settled into the chair behind her desk and shut her eyes when strong hands rested on her shoulders and began to massage them.

A smile pulling at her lips, Zoe felt herself beginning to relax. "How do you always seem to know when I need you?"

"It's a sixth sense. As soon as you think of my name, my left earlobe begins to tickle, and then I use my seventh sense, which is a Zoe locator, to find you."

When Zoe first met Max, his constant joking had grated on her, but now she knew him better, and realised how serious he really was, she found she appreciated this side of him.

"And which sense is it that helps you get into my office without making a sound?"

"That's the sense I like to call 'I was sleeping next to my wife's desk to avoid my boss'."

Just as Max finished speaking, the head porter poked his head through the office door. "Max, I need you to take Mr. Phillips to x-ray. Now."

With a sigh, Max walked to the door. "Obviously that sense needs a little more work than the others. Don't touch my chocolate stash."

Zoe grinned and watched him leave before she looked between her desk and the wall where she found not only a pillow and a book, but also a box of Cadbury chocolates.

…

It was an hour before the doctor saw her husband again, this time giving her a pointed look as he dropped the empty chocolate box into the bin.

After returning a guilty smile, Zoe motioned for him to go into Cubicle 6.

Frowning, Max looked at the empty cubicle before looking back at Zoe, but when she motioned again, he gave a shrug and walked into the cubicle, pulling the curtains around it.

….

Finally finishing her phone call, Zoe rushed to the cubicle and found max sitting on the edge of the bed swinging his legs.

"I need to ask you a favour."

Max raised his eyebrows and reached out to pull his wife closer, then began to unbutton her top. "It's not a favour if we both want it."

With a tut, Zoe battered his hands away and did up her top button once more. "Not that. I need you to get some information out of a patient for me."

"And how do you propose I do that?"

"Go on the Max Walker charm offensive?"

"Just to clarify- the same doctor who yelled at me last week for flirting with a patient wishes for me to flirt with a patient?"

"Please."

Max sighed and paused for a moment before replying. "Go on then. You're lucky your husband is so gorgeous or you'd never get anything out of anyone. Tell me what you want to know."

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