I go for the door handle, but he stops me. “Uh uh, let me.”
He gets out of the car and moves quickly to my side, opening the door. I go for my seat belt and somehow he’s managed to come across me and beat me to it.
Crap! Does he think I can’t do anything on my own?
On my feet, he has me wrapped in his tight grip with his arm around my waist. I say, “I can probably walk on my own now. I really do feel much better.”
“I don’t want to take the chance of you getting dizzy and falling. Just let me do this for you, princess,” he says as he places another kiss on my cheek.
How can you say no to that?
The receptionist looks up at us as we walk in. To my surprise, she comes to the door. “Come on back, Ms. Devlin.”
“Wow! Never have I been seen so fast,” I mutter.
With her eyes on Eden as we pass, she says, “You must be Mr. Fontaine.”
What the hell?
“Please, call me Eden,” he says as he glances at her.
She takes us to a room, gesturing for us to go in. “Doctor Baker will be right with you. It’s so nice to meet you, Eden,” she says before she finally pays me—the patient after all—a little attention. “Ms. Devlin, I do hope you’re feeling better.”
“Much,” I say as she turns and leaves.
Yeah, she really gave a shit. Eden picks me up by my waist, sitting me on the exam table.
“I could have gotten up here on my own.”
His finger touches the end of my nose and he grins. “I know you could, but why not let me help you?”
“Hey, how did the receptionist know your name?”
Standing in front of me, he plays with a piece of my hair. “Your mother told them, I suppose.”
Doctor Baker does a quick knock before he enters the small examination room. “How’s Miss Alyssa doing today?”
Eden turns away to shake his hand. “Good afternoon, Doctor Baker.”
“Mr. Fontaine, how nice to meet you,” the doctor says with a huge smile.
Damn, what’s with this guy and his super charm?
Eden moves from in front of me as the doctor turns his attention to me. “Let me take a look at the bump on the back of your head, Alyssa,” he says as he moves to my side and touches the still tender area.
“Ouch!”
Eden has my hand in his before I know he’s done it. “Did he hurt you?”
The doctor looks at Eden with wide eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ll be more careful.”
Eden’s eyes narrow as he looks back at the doctor. “See that you are.”
What in God’s name!
“Eden!” I reprimand him, then turn to look at my doctor. “I’m sorry, Doctor Baker. It barely hurt at all. I’m fine. It’s a little tender. Perhaps the word ‘ouch’ was a bit much for how it felt when you touched the bump.”
“Please, don’t apologize to me, Alyssa. I should be careful not to hurt you. Now let me listen to your heart,” he says as he places the stethoscope on my chest.