coaxed a smile out of Peyton. “I met Ray Anne at Cooper’s. I have her card.”
“Kismet,” Devon said.
Peyton thought Devon was a darling girl. She turned to go, then turned back. “Can I ask a question? I hope it’s not too personal. You’ll tell me if it is. I went out to Cooper’s to enjoy the ocean, and I met a few people—one of them was your intended, Spencer.”
“You did? Oh, good! Isn’t he the most handsome, wonderful man?”
Peyton tilted her head and gave a brief nod. “He seems to be, as a matter of fact. I also met Cooper and Sarah and some old guy who didn’t introduce himself.”
“Rawley. He was taking Mercy fishing off the dock today.”
“Yes, I saw her. And the boy, Austin, who he said was Cooper’s son?”
“That’s right.”
“But you said he was Spencer’s son,” she said. “I’m just a little...”
“Cooper is his biological father. Spencer is his stepfather. Austin’s mother passed away about a year ago. Spencer was the only father Austin had known, so they moved here so Cooper could be more involved. Oh, and to take the job as athletic director and coach at the high school. Some angel was definitely smiling on me.”
“That explains it.”
Devon laughed. “As soon as you start here, we’ll get you a program.”
* * *
It was five-thirty before Scott came up for air and the last person had left the clinic. He was making notes in a chart when he looked up to see Devon standing in the doorway. “I bet you’re ready to get out of here,” he said.
“I’m fine. Spencer and Rawley have been entertaining the kids this afternoon. But I wanted to be sure to tell you—Peyton stopped by. She left a note.” She presented it to him. “She said that’s all the commitment she can make at this time.”
“Well, it offers some help and time to look around for someone more permanent.”
“Maybe she’ll like it here,” Devon said.
“Don’t count on it, Devon. She’s sought after. She could name her price in a lot of clinics or practices. Doctors fight over PAs of her caliber and start bidding wars. I really didn’t expect her to take even a temporary job here on the salary I offered her.”
“Then why would she?”
“I think Thunder Point is a place holder while she decides where she’s going next, for a great deal more money. And prestige.”
“Why wouldn’t she just go somewhere else now, then?”
“Because she’s clever. She’ll research, take her time, choose well, negotiate a terrific package.”
“Hmph,” Devon said. “You could be wrong.”
“Could be,” he said. “But I bet I’m not. Give her a call, will you? Tell her we’ll be happy to take her offer when she’s available and for the three months she suggested. Ask her if she can call with her start date when she knows it.”
“I wish you’d be more positive,” Devon said. “This could be perfect.”
“Don’t get me wrong. I’m thrilled to have someone of Peyton’s experience on board,” he said. “But why would anyone in their right mind go to work for less than half the salary they could receive in other practices or hospitals?”
“I don’t know, Scott. You did.”
“True,” he said with a laugh. “I don’t think our circumstances are similar. I don’t want you to be too disappointed, Devon. I think she’ll be great. And hard to replace. By the way, make sure she has my cell number. If she wants to call me while you’re away on your honeymoon, she should call that number.”
“I tried to give it to her. I got the impression she didn’t want to impose....”
“Sometimes that’s the only way to get my attention,” he muttered. “Get going. Go find your family. If I know you, you’re going to be out at that new house, tinkering around, getting it ready.”
That brought a big smile to her face. “We’re very close. There’s flooring to put in downstairs and painting to do and endless cleanup, but we have all the walls, doors that lock, appliances that work, and we’re sleeping there starting this weekend. Any work Spencer doesn’t get done before football practice starts in August will wait till play-offs are over.”
“Why? How many hours a day does he devote to football practice before school starts?”
Devon just laughed. “It’s not the hours! Have you ever seen Spencer during football practice? He might only be out there with those teenage boys a few hours a day, but he tries like the devil to keep up with them. He can barely move afterward!”
Scott smiled. “Pride comes before the fall.”
“In this case it’s not pride so much as pretending to be sixteen when you’re staring forty in the eye. I’ll see you tomorrow, Scott. Don’t stay too late.”
Peyton didn’t expect to find adequate housing in Thunder Point; she was fully prepared to search out an apartment or duplex in a nearby town, even one as far away as North Bend. First of all, she was looking for a tailor-made lease—month to month or three months, but she couldn’t commit to anything longer. Second, she no longer had her own furnishings.
“This is an amazing coincidence,” Ray Anne Dysart said. “This absolutely never happens. I got a call this morning from a part-time resident. They come up here from Sacramento to get out of the summer heat—usually stay about five months, from May through September, but couldn’t make it up here yet this year and looks like they won’t. Health issues. They said if I could rent it for a few months to a responsible tenant, they’d appreciate it. I haven’t even seen the inside. Want to have a look?”
“Sure,” Peyton said.
“The daughter called. She said there might be a few personal items left in the house—they really thought they’d be back. And the daughter can’t get up here for a couple of weeks, but asked if I’d box up anything that’s real personal and she’ll come for it. I have no idea what that means. Let’s check it out.”
It was a very small two-bedroom, a duplex with a small patio with a six foot fence around it, just like many apartment complex patios. The decor was altogether too fussy for Peyton—crocheted toilet tissue cozies, driftwood accents here and there, a fishing net strung on the kitchen wall with hooks in it for oven mitts, dish towels and other paraphernalia. There were also family pictures on tables and walls, baskets holding shells and lots of seaside-themed throw pillows. But the furniture was attractive and comfortable. The place would have a welcoming air about it, once the crafty doodahs and family pictures had been removed. It was only a few blocks from the clinic—a few more to the marina and beach.
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