Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 584(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“Don’t worry, we’ll look after you,” she told her.
“Doc?” Corbin asked dryly.
She glanced up to find him grinning. Why did he find this amusing? Obviously, Doc had done something to her.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
She turned and saw a tall, handsome man with chestnut-colored hair walking up to them.
“Caley?”
Caley turned and threw herself at him. “Archer! He’s gone insane.”
Oh, this was Archer. So Caley was with both Archer and Doc. Which kind of blew her mind.
How the heck did she deal with two men?
Archer sighed just as a wild-looking man stepped out onto the front porch.
“Caley! Come here, you’re in big trouble!” The blond-haired man had a fierce scowl as he glared at all of them. “What’s going on?”
“I’ve brought Bebe to get her hand checked, remember?” Corbin said calmly as Bebe pressed against him, feeling intimidated.
Doc grunted. “Sure. After I check Caley.”
“I don’t need checked,” Caley called out. “I feel fine.”
“You’ve got a fever.”
“No, I don’t! And you are not going to stick anything up my butt!”
“Oh, yes, I am. It’s the only way to get an accurate reading!”
What. The. Hell?
“It’s all right,” Corbin soothed, obviously sensing her worry. He put his arm around her. “This is pretty much a daily occurrence around here since Caley got pregnant. Luckily, she’s about to pop any day now.”
“It is not!” Caley protested. Bebe glanced over to find the pretty woman frowning at Corbin. “And I don’t get things stuck up my butt daily.”
“Welll,” Archer drawled.
“Archer Miller! You shush!” Caley blushed prettily as she slapped Archer’s chest.
The psychiatrist just grinned.
“Archer, bring Caley inside. I need to check her over.” Doc turned his glare on them. “You two can come. After you put hand sanitizer on. Wait! Caley, did you touch them already?”
Caley huffed out a sigh as she stomped toward Doc. “No, I didn’t touch them, you nutty, overprotective lout!”
Doc scowled down at her, and Bebe resisted the urge to grab her and run. Probably not a good idea for a pregnant woman.
“I’m your nutty, overprotective lout, though.”
Caley sighed. “You are.”
“Just trying to protect you, baby doll.”
“I know.”
Reaching down, he lifted her into his arms and the look of love on his face made Bebe’s heart melt.
Okay, so maybe he had a softer side. Then he scowled over at them.
“Well? Sanitize, then get inside. Stop wasting time. I’ve got other things to do.”
And then again, maybe he didn’t.
She startled as the door to the small waiting area opened and Doc walked in. He stared down at her for a moment. “You look guilty. Done something wrong?”
“Uh, no. I don’t think so. At least not recently. Maybe in the past. Why?”
Corbin lightly squeezed her neck with his hand as Doc’s lips twitched. Was he about to smile?
“Come on. Come inside.”
Corbin had to pull her up out of the chair and prod her forward. “It will be fine.”
“Course it will,” Doc boomed as they entered his exam room. It was fairly simple, with a desk, chairs, and an examination table. Along with a filing cabinet and some storage cupboards.
It looked like every other doctor’s office.
Well, except for the mural on the ceiling. It was an image of bumblebees flying between flowers with butterflies on them. And there was a castle with a blonde-haired princess petting a unicorn.
She gasped as she stared up at it.
“Got it painted by a girl that’s just moved into Wishingbone,” Doc said. “She’s a shy thing. Doesn’t know many people. But she’s a big fan of Caley’s and met her at a book signing at the library. Next thing I know, she’s here, painting this on my ceiling.” He shook his head as though put out.
She recalled Corbin telling her that Caley was an author. She was going to have to read her books. Although she wasn’t much of a reader, she didn’t like to stay still for too long.
“I like it.”
“Course you do, all the Littles do.”
Corbin sighed. “Doc has little tact or filter.”
“What? What did I say?” he asked as he pulled out some gloves. “Now, we doing a full exam? She looks a bit pale to me.”
“What? No, I don’t!”
“She isn’t comfortable letting out her Little, Doc,” Corbin warned. “But, yeah, I think an examination is a good idea. She hasn’t been sleeping well.”
“Ahh, shy.” Doc nodded. “I get it. I’ll be gentle. And if you need something to help with sleep, I can give you something. Although, also, warm milk or chamomile tea can help. So can a good bedtime routine.”
Could he be gentle? She somehow had her doubts. However, to her surprise, he was. And he didn’t even suggest trying to stick something up her butt.
Thank God.
Because that was a definite no.
However, when he suggested taking some blood . . . that’s when things went too far. She moved so fast that she even shocked herself.
One moment, she was sitting up on the exam table and the next, she was in Corbin’s arms. She’d climbed up him and was hanging onto him like a baby monkey clinging to her mama.