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"Likewise. Is Dr. Rollins available to talk really quick?"
She shook her head. "Not right at this moment. Can I take a message?"
I smiled politely. "Actually, it's really urgent. Would it be possible to squeeze in there as soon as he's done with his patient? I promise I'll be quick, and I don't want to get in the way of his other patients."
She looked concerned but kept her composure. "Of course. If you just want to take a seat, I'll go let him know that you're here."
I managed to find an empty seat in the small, crowded waiting room. As crowded as it was, everybody there seemed to be patient enough. I already knew that most of Adam's patients were elderly, but it became obvious as I looked around the waiting room.
I sat down next to a small, older man, who smiled at me pleasantly. "You are a little young to be one of Dr. Rollins's patients," he commented.
"Oh, I'm not a patient—I'm just a…friend," I corrected him.
The man waggled his eyebrows at me and then winked, and I couldn't help the furious flush that overtook my face. "No, nothing like that. Actually, I'm—" I cut myself off, not sure what to say. The man wasn't completely wrong considering I'd spent the night before in Adam's arms.
"I'm a lawyer for…close constituents of Dr. Rollins," I explained lamely. At least I knew without a doubt that was true.
"Oh, are you the one helping with Wolfie?"
"You know about Wolfie?"
"Oh, sure. I had to be here yesterday to get a refill on my meds. He's real proud of that boy. I'm happy for him. I know he said he was never big on the idea of kids before, but I always had a feeling deep down that he would make an excellent father."
"Yeah, that seems to be the case. Although, if I'm honest, it surprised me. How did you know?" I asked him, curious.
"Well, the way he takes care of people, of course. He could have had one of those big, fancy medical complexes, but he stays here and stays humble. He takes care of all of his patients. When my late wife, Edna, was going through chemo, we were buried in medical debt. Then, one day, we went to the oncology center, and they said that our whole bill had been taken care of. Well, I did some investigating, and it was Dr. Rollins. He never said a word about it, either. Come to find out, he's done that for several of his patients. I told him thank you, and he just shrugged me off. You know that sort of stuff makes him uncomfortable, but he's a good man."
I felt warmth suffuse through me at this bit of information. "Yes, yes, he is."
"Miss Miles?" Adam's secretary called. I looked at her, and she waved me over. "He can see you now."
"Thank you," I said to her as I hurried down the hall, dreading what I was about to do.
Here was this truly good man, who was already in love with this little boy, as Wolfie was with him…and I was going to have to tell him that all of that was going to be thrown up into the air, at least for a little while.
My strides were determined as I walked to Adam's office. Miss Baker had no idea what kind of hornets' nest she had just kicked.
Chapter thirteen
Adam
I felt my phone buzz inside my pocket as I listened to my current patient explain to me, once again, how the pains shooting through her hip bones were caused by the satellite dish on her neighbor's roof. I'd heard this story multiple times before. At this point, I just nodded and smiled, then proceeded to give her advice on how to take care of her hip pains…even though she clearly did not want to do that.
I dared to glance at my phone. It was a text message from my secretary. Gone were the days of pagers for quick notes. Now, she texted me whenever something was up. Normally, I would just ignore it, as most things could wait, but I figured it was something about Wolfie.
Nancy: Guess who has five feet, ten inches of beautiful woman come to visit him?
I really should talk to her about appropriate messages, but at that moment, I didn't really care all that much. My heart launched into my throat like I was a teenage boy all over again.
Reagan was here.
I texted back furiously:
Me: I'll be through shortly, as soon as you see this patient leave, send her back.
I managed to wrap up with the patient and gave her instructions on how to take her medication and what to do to ease the pain in her hip. I might have felt bad for rushing her out the door if it wasn't for the fact that we had discussed the same issue time and time again. As the patient left, I smoothed a hand over my hair, suddenly wondering if I looked okay. It had been a long night. I knew they were circles under my eyes, but I still wanted to look like the man Reagan couldn't keep her hands off of.
She appeared in my doorway, and it took every muscle in my body to fight back the stupid grin threatening to overtake my face.
