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Seeley wasn’t around the old neighborhood that often anymore. Or, if he was, I never saw him. Since he’d joined up with those arms-dealing bikers, he was out of the area, doing all his dirty business, selling weapons that likely put the bullets in the bodies that came through my doors on occasion.
But, clearly, he’d been around if he’d shown up at my clinic right at one of my lower moments.
Frazzled, stressed, and in pain, I hadn’t been at the top of my game. And definitely not thinking clearly.
Which, damn him, he’d been.
Whatever I might have against the guy, I had to admit that he’d always had this sort of innate calm about him that helped everyone else find or keep their cool in stressful situations.
It was probably one of the many reasons he’d been such a good criminal.
“Ugh,” I grumbled, rolling over in bed to smush my face into a pillow, trying to stop picturing him in my mind.
It didn’t help that he was stupidly handsome.
Couldn’t he have been just your average, every day, sort of forgettable guy?
No.
He had to be the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome with the absolute best bone structure and these dark, black, bottomless-looking eyes that sported an unfair amount of thick lashes.
Another grumble moved through me as I rolled fully onto my stomach, kicking my feet against the bed several times before rolling off and standing up.
The only way to stop thinking about him was going to be to get myself busy.
Michael had called early in the morning to tell me that I didn’t need to come in, that he got coverage for me, that I needed a little R&R after the events of the night before.
But, honestly, when I had nothing to do, all I did was worry about the things that I could be doing.
So while I took my time showering and getting dressed, even making myself a little oatmeal before heading out, I did eventually make my way back to the clinic to find that not only was the waiting room packed, but people were lined up outside.
“Hey, buddy. You’re not looking so hot today,” I said as I passed one of the kids I’d seen the day before. My hand moved to the back of his neck, finding his skin way too hot to the touch.
“I gave him the medicine you said. But he’s still not coming down,” his mom said, jiggling her ten-month-old on her hip. And judging by his restlessness and the snot flowing from his nose, he’d caught whatever his big brother had.
“Okay. You two come with me,” I said, then turned to everyone else. “I am going to get to all of you guys as soon as I can, but this little guy needs me first,” I told them.
There were grumbles. There always were. But for the most part, people understood that unless you had a limb coming off, or excessive pain, that sick kids kind of took precedence.
“Michael!” I hissed as I moved inside. “Exam room… three, guys,” I said to the mom, since she knew the place pretty well. “Why didn’t you call me? This is insane. Is Dr. Dreamy on break or something?” I asked.
“I want to tell you to go home, but I really can’t, in good conscience, do that,” Michael admitted, looking frazzled and helpless. “And Dr. Dreamy couldn’t cover today.”
“What? Then who is here?” I asked.
“I did what I had to do. I called the big shots who own this place. They said one of them would come.”
“And they didn’t?”
“Oh, he’s here alright. In your office. Taking a nap,” he said, jaw tight.
Michael might not feel comfortable chewing out a doctor. Especially if it was one of the ones who signed his paycheck. But me? Yeah, I had no problem giving one of the assholes who owned this place a piece of my mind.
“Can you check in on the little dudes while I go light a fire under Dr… Laurier,” I said, seeing his name on the board.
I didn’t know Dr. Laurier.
There were three doctors who technically owned the clinic. Dr. Hughes, Dr. Miller, and Dr. Laurier. I’d met the first two—both big shots with God complexes. But Dr. Laurier had never, as far as I knew, stepped foot inside the clinic.
