Chapter 10
The lights are on and the security system is disarmed when I step into the clinic at three fifty on Sunday afternoon, cranky from the heat and the annoying number of assholes on Citi Bikes who I had to dodge on the way over. It's Sunday—I should be lounging around without a bra on, but instead...
An attractive redhead is filling out paperwork. My computer is on as well, and I open Blake's schedule and see the name of the new patient.
"Dannica?"
She looks up. "Yes?"
"You're here to see Blake today?"
"Yes. He gave me the forms."
"Perfect. Just checking." I blot my upper lip with the back of my hand.
She smiles and goes back to the clipboard.
Ziggy was way off with her name. More annoyingly, I came here for nothing. Blake obviously has things under control, but I might as well stay and catch up on the last load of laundry from Friday night. I'm not eager to hop right back on the sweltering train either. At least it's reliably air-conditioned in here. Funny, dishwashers are the machinery of the devil, but Fern and Ziggy are fine with air-conditioning.
Maybe chakras spin better in colder climates.
The first thing that catches my eye when I enter the kitchen is Blake, bent over and pulling the last towel from the depths of the basket. Damn, that's a tight butt. "You're doing the laundry again? I think I might keep you."
He throws the towel into the washer and smiles at me over his shoulder. "Promises, promises. How are you?"
"I'm fine. You?"
"Pretty good. Not to seem rude, but why are you in today? I normally never see anyone."
I lean against the door frame. "Ah. Ziggy and Fern weren't sure if you knew about Dannica, so they asked me to come in and check."
"Why didn't they come in themselves?"
"Holiday. They went on a weekend retreat somewhere."
"Nice." His lips tweak into a wry smile.
"Yeah." I notice the load in the dryer is almost done. "Have you been here awhile?"
"Long enough to do some laundry."
"My shoulders thank you."
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