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Chapter 4
Colt
“Dr. Barnes, you have a call holding,” Beth, the receptionist, called as I stepped out of an exam room.
I glanced her way before turning back to the chart in front of me, “Who is it?”
“It’s your mother, and she said to get your ass on the phone.” Beth grinned, “Those were her words, not mine.”
I shook my head, “Tell her I’ll call her back in a little while. I have two more patients to see.”
“Nope, she said to drag your ass to the phone if I have to.” She shrugged, “Again, her words.”
I sighed and turned to Vivian, one of my nurses, who stood in front of me, waiting. “Fine, tell her to give me a minute.” I handed the chart to Vivian and grinned, “He looks pretty great, doesn’t he?”
“He does, Dr. Barnes. Is there anything else that he needs to do, or can we clear him?’
“He’s clear but let them know they can still call us if there are any problems or if they have questions,” I turned to walk away, “and take Nate’s picture to put up on the wall and don’t forget to give him his bag.”
Vivian beamed at me, “No way I’d forget that! What’s in his?”
“Four tickets to the next Yankees home game.”
“He is going to love those!” she called out as I turned down the hallway that led to my office. I was thrilled by the work I had done on Nate. He had healed better than I could have expected him to, and his parents were beyond grateful.
The light on the phone was blinking ominously as I approached my desk. What the hell did my mother want now? The last time she had demanded that I call her, she had wanted me to do an eye lift on her.
I inhaled deeply and released the breath before I snagged the phone, pushed the button, and put the receiver to my ear, “Mother, to what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Colt, you never call me, you never answer your messages, you don’t even reply to my text messages.”
“I didn’t think your last text message deserved a reply. You sent me a picture of a cat that had fallen into a toilet with a caption that said, ‘Aw, look at the sweet wet pussy.’”
My mother laughed loudly into the phone. “I thought that was funny.”
“Is there a purpose to your phone call, Mom, or are you just calling to give me crap for not texting you about a wet cat?”
“Don’t be short with me, Colt. Of course, there is a purpose. I’m in town, I want to have lunch.”
“Mom, I have patients, I can’t just drop them and come running because you decided to come into the city today to go shopping.”
“Bullshit. Your father used to move his patients around all the time to make time for me.” She paused, “Of course, we usually never left his office then, but we ate all the same.”
I slammed my eyes closed to rid myself of the image. “Really, Mom? Do we have to talk about your sex life with Dad now?” Damn, open the eyes back up; it was worse with them closed.
“Oh, stop being such a prude. You know if you actually went out on dates now and then, you wouldn’t be so cranky.”
I exhaled loudly, “Mom, I’m busy today.”
“And you will still meet me for lunch. I have something important to talk to you about.”
Jesus, the woman probably wanted more plastic surgery. “I’m not doing any more procedures on you.”
“You think I’m that vain, don’t you?”
“Mom, you’re fifty-nine years old, and you have had seven procedures on your face alone in the last few years. Yes, you’re vain.”
“Whatever—what time can you break away? It’s important that you meet with me.”
