need coffee,” Luke said as if he were suddenly desperate for the stuff and headed for the kitchen that was through an archway to the rear of the living room.
Reid finally gave up the spot he’d maintained at the window for nearly an hour and followed his brother, refilling his own mug once Luke had poured his. Then they both sat on vinyl chairs at the chrome and Formica kitchen table that had been in their mother’s basement for decades before they’d confiscated it for use in their own place.
“You’re not going to get sued for malpractice, are you?” Luke asked then.
“I’m reasonably sure she was okay.”
“And she’s at the house?”
“Surprise!”
“I guess. Did you tell her we were working on it?”
Betty, the Realtor, had given them the okay and the key. Betty had explained to them that Chloe had made it clear she didn’t want to be bothered with anything to do with the house or the sale. She’d given Betty written permission to hire any workmen of Betty’s choosing to do the necessary repairs and replacements to facilitate the process.
Betty had given Reid and Luke the option of doing the work themselves so that it was done to their specifications. She’d said that she was killing two birds with one stone—Chloe would have less expense because Reid and Luke would not charge for labor, and Reid and Luke would have things done the way they wanted, and in time for their renters to move right in after the closing.
Betty had warned them that they could be taking a risk, that if the sale didn’t go through for some reason their time could be wasted. But since no one doubted that the deal would close, Reid and Luke had decided to take that risk.
“I didn’t say anything about the house,” Reid told his brother. “I wasn’t really…nice.”
Luke frowned. “How not-nice were you? Like not-nice enough that Chloe might pull out of the deal?”
“She wants to sell. I doubt she’ll nix it just because I was unfriendly.” Unfriendly in the extreme—but Reid didn’t see any reason to worry his brother by elaborating. “Besides, we have a contract and the downpayment is in escrow—she can’t back out just because I was a little…disagreeable.”
“Not nice, unfriendly and disagreeable,” Luke said as if Reid was alarming him anyway.
“Let’s just say that I wasn’t particularly neighborly,” Reid amended. “For instance, I probably should have asked where she was staying and offered to drive her since her car was out of commission from the accident, but—”
“You didn’t.”
“No. Instead, Molly stepped in and offered her a lift, and then it was like some kind of caravan because there we were, the only two cars on the road, me driving right behind them until we got here. Where I pulled into our driveway and Molly let Chloe off across the street—”
“So that’s how you know she’s over there.”
“Right. We ended up in some kind of synchronized arrival, walked up to the front doors at the same time, opened them, looked over at each other and then went in and closed the doors as if we didn’t even know each other. Molly must have thought I was crazy and it’s a good thing she didn’t have to go out of her way to get here or I would have felt bad about her driving in the snow when it ended up that I could easily have brought Chloe with me.”
“But Molly’s been in town only a few months. She doesn’t know anything about you and Chloe Carmichael.”
“She knew something was up. She couldn’t have missed it at the hospital.”
Luke nodded. “Why is Chloe here? Betty said she was firm about not wanting to come in for the closing and even that isn’t until a week from today.”
“I don’t know why she’s here. I stuck strictly to the medical stuff.”
“You didn’t ask why she was here and you didn’t even know she planned to stay at the house until you saw her go in?”
“Yeah, I know, those were probably things I should have gotten into. But I didn’t. I wasn’t in the mood.” Plus none of it had occurred to him until he’d seen her go into the house across the street because at the hospital he’d been so wrapped up in old resentments and anger that he hadn’t been able to think about anything except what touching her had done to him….
“How’s she look?” Luke asked then as if he’d read Reid’s mind.
“Freaking fantastic,” Reid blurted out before he even realized he was going to admit it.
It made Luke laugh but only barely before he caught himself. “What did you expect if you ever saw her again? That she would’ve grown warts?”
“Warts are no more than she deserved,” Reid muttered, hating that the simple question about how Chloe looked put her image right back into his head again after he’d fought numerous times through the night to get it out.
Damn her, anyway, for not having warts. For looking even better in full view than she had through the gap in the privacy curtain. For that gleaming black hair that waved around her alabaster skin like a picture frame. For those take-a-second-glance features that made her cute and striking and amazingly beautiful depending on her expression. For those straight white teeth and that smile—that smile that had shown itself only nervously last night—that was still bright enough to light a dark room. For those eyes that were the color of freshly washed summer blueberries. For that tight, compact little body on that barely five-foot-two-inch frame and those smallish breasts that had been the first ones he’d ever felt….
Just damn her, anyway, for haunting him!
“Okay, so she looks good,” Luke said then. “Was she as unfriendly to you as you were to her?”
“No. I was the only jerk in the room. She was fine. Not thrilled with me being her doctor, but what else can you expect?”
“So she was nice enough and you were still a jerk?”
“Yep.”
Luke shrugged. “Well, she does have some of that coming. I just wish it had come after the closing instead of before we get there. She didn’t give you any idea why she’s here?”
“I don’t think it’s for old times’ sake,” Reid snapped.
“What do we do now? Call Betty, have her go over and talk to Chloe? Smooth whatever feathers you might have ruffled?”
Reid already knew what he had to do. As a doctor and as a man. So he was prepared for that question and shook his head.
“I’ll wait for a decent hour and then I’m going to have to go myself. I need to make sure she’s still okay from the accident. I’ll apologize for not having my party face on last night, and maybe that’ll smooth any ruffled feathers.”
Luke didn’t jump at that solution. Instead his concerns now were obviously for Reid.
“Can you do that? Are you sure you want to?”
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