What The Doctor Ordered by Cheryl Wolverton

Author:Cheryl Wolverton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2000-08-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Morgan met Rachel for lunch. It was easy to spot her in that blue suit, her hair pulled back. She looked more professional than anyone else in the area. Striding over, he smiled. “Ready?”

“Fearful anticipation,” she agreed.

He slipped his hand to her back and steered her in the right direction. “How’s your work at City Hall coming?”

Rachel nodded to someone who waved. “Almost done. Then I have to find another job. Their files were a disaster. I have no idea how they found anything or how their planning commissions… Well, you don’t want to hear that. Suffice it to say that going over all their books was certainly time-consuming. I’m actually hoping I can do another job for them in the same area, or that this one will turn permanent. It has nice hours and they’re not real strict about me checking up on my daughter.”

“It sounds like you found a good job then.”

“Did things slow down at your office any?” Rachel queried as she allowed herself to be led into the tiny café.

“Actually, they did. I had two cancellations, so everything worked out just fine. Let’s grab that booth,” he said, pointing to one by the window, “before someone else nabs it. It can be rough in here during lunchtime.”

Rachel chuckled. “Oh?”

Grinning at her, he said, “You have to fight them for tables. It certainly isn’t a pretty sight trying to get a little old lady out of your booth. Especially if she’s carrying one of those old-fashioned purses that leaves dents in your head.”

Rachel sighed with mock exasperation and slipped into the booth. She snagged a menu and started perusing it. “Poor women of Fairweather. None of them are safe.”

“Or at least, one of them isn’t.”

Rachel’s gaze shot up at the low, intimate tone, and she found the doctor’s eyes locked with hers. She swallowed—twice.

“May I help you?”

Rachel was actually quite happy to see the waitress. Well, she was more than quite happy. She thought of the waitress as a life preserver tossed to a drowning person. Now all she had to do was get her rioting emotions under control.

“I’d like tea and…” Glancing at the menu, she tried to read but couldn’t make out a word for the life of her. That look Morgan had given her had shocked her right down to her toes. He was interested in her. She was certain of it. But what was worse—she reciprocated his interest. She couldn’t! But she did.

“Yes?” the waitress asked.

“Polly dog,” she replied.

Morgan chuckled. “I’ll have the number three special. Why don’t you bring her that, too?”

“Morgan, I am capable of ordering my own food,” she said.

“Sweetheart, there is no polly dog on the menu.”

The waitress wrote down the orders and left.

Rachel turned twenty shades of red.

“It’s okay. The number three is the special I was teasing you about.”

“I just couldn’t decide,” Rachel said.

“You haven’t been here before?”

“I usually eat my lunch at the little table out there. I bring it with me in a bag.”

“I do that a lot.

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