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I smile and slip my phone into my back pocket. It occurs to me then that I’ve medically treated both of the Petrosky brothers. I move over to the fridge and pull out a bottle of Fiji water while I wait for Tessa to arrive. Turns out she was in nursing school but dropped out to help take care of her younger siblings and then ended up working for the family when her brother got into trouble with them. It started out as a means to repay a debt. But now she enjoys the work and the extra cash. I encouraged her to return to nursing school, but she looked at me as if I told her she should take a trip to the moon.
“Not possible, I work for the Petrosky family now. Besides, the money is better.” She then looked up at me and nodded. “I’m glad you’re here now. I didn’t like the last doctor so much.”
“Oh, no,” I explain, “I was just helping Sebastian in a pinch, I don’t work for Petrosky.”
She just gave me a strange look then shrugged and went about her business.
The doorbell chimes and I hop off the stool not bothering to check the surveillance camera because I’m certain it’s Tessa.
When I open the door, I discover it’s definitely not Tessa. It’s a statuesque blond bombshell who’s peering equally bewildered at me.
“Uh, can I help you?”
She sneers as she looks me up and down. “You must be the cleaning lady?” she says in a thick Russian accent.
No, bitch! I want to say, but I take the high road. “I’m Dr. Graham. Who are you?”
“I’m Natasha Orlov. Where is Sebastian?” she barrels in practically shoving me aside.
“He’s not here. I’m sorry, are you a friend of his?”
She snorts and plants a hand on her hip. “I’m his fiancé, what the fuck are you doing here?”
My brain frazzles. Does fiancée mean something different in Russia? “You’re his what?”
She laughs an ugly laugh. “He didn’t tell you about me, huh? The bastard.” She takes a cigarette out of her purse and lights it up.
Is this some kind of sick joke. I hold up a finger. “One sec.”
I hurry over to Nick’s door. I knock twice, but don’t wait for his response.
“Still here? I thought you—”
“Nick, do you know a Natasha Orlov?”
The color drains in his face. “Yes…why?”
“Who.Is.She?”
He swallows and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. “Sheeee,” he draws the word out and I grow impatient.
“Is she Sebastian’s fiancée?” I say through gritted teeth.
I hear her footsteps coming up behind me.
Nick grimaces but nods his answer.
Right then, Natasha pokes her head in the door. “Nicky ---” the rest of her words are in Russian.
There’s a bit of a heated exchange between them and the protective doctor in me comes out.
“Natasha, you need to leave,” I say to her. “Nick shouldn’t be upset in his condition.”
She flips her head at me. “Fine, you stay here in this hovel like all his club pool girls. I made him buy me a big home in the Hamptons because I will be his wife.” She shoves her phone in my face showing me a picture of the exact same house me and Sebastian stayed in a couple of weeks ago. It’s where he first told me he loved me. But he bought the place forher!
Nick yells at her in Russian, from the looks on Natasha’s mortified face, I can tell it was a scathing insult.
She turns to me in her outrage.
