Southerin Nights and Secrets (Boys are Back in Town) by Robin Covington

Author:Robin Covington
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entangled; Indulgence; romance; Robin Covington; Boys are Back in Town, doctor, second chance romance, enemies to lovers, reformed playboy
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC (Indulgence)
Published: 2016-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

“Mr. Campbell, you need to do your nebulizer treatment every day, two times per day. No excuses,” Beck said.

Ginger watched as he kneeled next to an old man in an even older recliner in the living room of a twenty-years-past-condemnation shotgun house on the outskirts of Elliott County. Leaving the diner, he’d thrown the box of food in the back and helped her into a massive silver pickup truck with an extended cab that she’d never seen him drive before. When he eased his long legs behind the wheel, wearing boots, old jeans, and a baseball cap turned backwards on his head, he looked every inch the country boy.

She liked it. A lot.

A short ten minutes of a silent drive and they’d pulled into a clump of houses, all shotgun in style and one-room wide. There must have been at least a hundred of them, some boarded up and all shabby with peeling paint and sagging porches. Some kids had been down the block, throwing rocks or something at glass bottles, laughing when they shattered. It was fucking depressing. As bad as some of the worst neighborhoods in DC.

Beckett had said nothing except to ask her to carry his medical bag as he hefted the large box on his shoulder and mounted the steps to the nearest house. A quick knock, a muffled invitation to enter, and they walked inside and found Mr. Campbell smiling at them, his teeth in a glass on the table by his chair.

“I try to remember, Doc. I do. But I forget.” The man shrugged his thin shoulders. “My mind ain’t what it used to be when I used to yell at you to stop walking through my yard and messing with Mrs. Campbell’s flowers.”

Beckett laughed, shaking his head. “I was a little shit, and you should have whipped my ass when you had the chance.”

“Mrs. Campbell figured you got beat enough, and she wouldn’t let me touch you,” he said as he laid his rough hand on his shoulder. The hands of a man who’d toiled at manual labor to earn his living. “You turned out all right.”

“I think the jury’s still out on that one,” Beckett said, his head dipped low so she couldn’t see his face. She made a mental note to ask about it later. “Take a red pill once a day for your blood pressure. I’m going to make sure our mobile van sees you two times per week, and I’m going to talk to social services about a county nurse visit the other days until we get you fully recovered from pneumonia.” He placed the pills on the table and then slipped his hand into the side of the chair and drew out a pack of cigarettes. “And no more of these. You have asthma.”

“How did you know they were there?” Mr. Campbell asked, nothing on his face indicating that he was embarrassed at getting caught.

“You’ve been hiding them there since I was a kid.” He stood to gather his things, shoving them into the medical bag.

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