ring
to die for? And I’ve got to tell you all about Rocky. He is the most handsome,
generous, dynamic man I have ever laid my eyes upon. I tell you, I am not
lying. The man is—” McKenzie seemed to be searching for the most colorful
adjectives . But before Abbie
could respond, McKenzie’s attention turned toward the restaurant door. “ Oh,
look, there he is!”
McKenzie stood and waved. Abbie turned to
watch a young man with thick rimmed glasses nod and cross the crowded
restaurant.
“Rocky!
You made it,” McKenzie said as he came to the table. He had dark wavy hair atop a long, oval head, with a
thin, lanky frame in a white, starched shirt and bright green tie. He was well
over six foot, Abbie noticed, and she knew immediately she had seen him before.
He’d been sitting in Dr. Wachowski’s waiting room. She was sure of it.
“Rocky,
I was just telling Abbie here – oh! I haven’t introduced you yet.” McKenzie
squealed and waved her arms as she spoke. “Rocky, this is Abbie Reed, my oldest
and dearest friend on the planet. And Abbie, this is Rocky Stern, the love of
my life.”
Abbie
stood and extended a hand. “I think we met.”
He
briefly took her hand then kissed McKenzie on the cheek. Taking a chair from
another table, he plopped down in it and picked-up a menu. He never really
acknowledged Abbie or that she had just said they’d met before. Instead, he put
down the menu, removed his smudged glasses and wiped the lenses with his
tie. He
was definitely the guy from the waiting room , Abbie thought. She was sure
of it.
“Well,
maybe we haven’t formally met,” Abbie said. “We ran into each other the other
day.”
Returning
his glasses onto the bridge of his nose, he stared at her, unblinking. “I don’t
think we have. I’m sure I’d remember if we’d met before.”
Abbie
bit her lower lip and grasped her silver unicorn pendant. Did he really not
remember her? It had just been twenty-four hours or so, but surely she wasn’t
that forgettable.
“At Dr. Wachowski’s office. Remember?” She let go
of the pendant. “You were in the waiting room. Wachoski made some lame comment
like, ‘cool threads’ or something.”
Rocky
chuckled. “I haven’t been to see a doctor since I was a kid with the chicken
pox.”
“No.”
Abbie shook her head and waved a hand as if erasing a chalkboard. “He’s not
that kind of doctor.”
She
stared at him. For a second, she considered the possibility that she was
mistaken, but she knew better. He recognized her. She saw it in his eyes. Then
she wondered why he was lying.
Chapter 9
A bbie studied Rocky as he sat across from her at
the table in SoHo Sushi. The candle in the center of the table reflected in his
glasses, and somehow that seemed fitting. She was positive he was lying. McKenzie
stood and moved behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she spoke.
“Everyone
says he looks like the Doctor from that TV show.” She gently brushed the back of her hand along his neck
and traced the line of his shoulders, but she never took her eyes off Abbie .
“You know which one I’m talking about? The one where the blonde actress got
fired and they replaced her with that other actress, but she just didn’t have
the same chemistry.”
Abbie
ignored her and focused on Rocky, who seemed to be a little ticklish to
McKenzie’s touch.
“I
was thinking,” Abbie said, wondering if he just didn’t want to admit to seeing a
therapist. “I bet we’ve run into each other on campus?”
Rocky
narrowed his brows, looking at her with uncertainty. “No. I don’t think so.”
A
waiter came to the table and McKenzie returned to her chair. Oblivious, she put
her hand on Abbie’s as she rambled. “I’m telling you, it’s that doctor. You know, the actor who was in that movie where he was like a
senator or a governor or something and he was dating that hick girl from the
small
to die for? And I’ve got to tell you all about Rocky. He is the most handsome,
generous, dynamic man I have ever laid my eyes upon. I tell you, I am not
lying. The man is—” McKenzie seemed to be searching for the most colorful
adjectives . But before Abbie
could respond, McKenzie’s attention turned toward the restaurant door. “ Oh,
look, there he is!”
McKenzie stood and waved. Abbie turned to
watch a young man with thick rimmed glasses nod and cross the crowded
restaurant.
“Rocky!
You made it,” McKenzie said as he came to the table. He had dark wavy hair atop a long, oval head, with a
thin, lanky frame in a white, starched shirt and bright green tie. He was well
over six foot, Abbie noticed, and she knew immediately she had seen him before.
He’d been sitting in Dr. Wachowski’s waiting room. She was sure of it.
“Rocky,
I was just telling Abbie here – oh! I haven’t introduced you yet.” McKenzie
squealed and waved her arms as she spoke. “Rocky, this is Abbie Reed, my oldest
and dearest friend on the planet. And Abbie, this is Rocky Stern, the love of
my life.”
Abbie
stood and extended a hand. “I think we met.”
He
briefly took her hand then kissed McKenzie on the cheek. Taking a chair from
another table, he plopped down in it and picked-up a menu. He never really
acknowledged Abbie or that she had just said they’d met before. Instead, he put
down the menu, removed his smudged glasses and wiped the lenses with his
tie. He
was definitely the guy from the waiting room , Abbie thought. She was sure
of it.
“Well,
maybe we haven’t formally met,” Abbie said. “We ran into each other the other
day.”
Returning
his glasses onto the bridge of his nose, he stared at her, unblinking. “I don’t
think we have. I’m sure I’d remember if we’d met before.”
Abbie
bit her lower lip and grasped her silver unicorn pendant. Did he really not
remember her? It had just been twenty-four hours or so, but surely she wasn’t
that forgettable.
“At Dr. Wachowski’s office. Remember?” She let go
of the pendant. “You were in the waiting room. Wachoski made some lame comment
like, ‘cool threads’ or something.”
Rocky
chuckled. “I haven’t been to see a doctor since I was a kid with the chicken
pox.”
“No.”
Abbie shook her head and waved a hand as if erasing a chalkboard. “He’s not
that kind of doctor.”
She
stared at him. For a second, she considered the possibility that she was
mistaken, but she knew better. He recognized her. She saw it in his eyes. Then
she wondered why he was lying.
Chapter 9
A bbie studied Rocky as he sat across from her at
the table in SoHo Sushi. The candle in the center of the table reflected in his
glasses, and somehow that seemed fitting. She was positive he was lying. McKenzie
stood and moved behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder as she spoke.
“Everyone
says he looks like the Doctor from that TV show.” She gently brushed the back of her hand along his neck
and traced the line of his shoulders, but she never took her eyes off Abbie .
“You know which one I’m talking about? The one where the blonde actress got
fired and they replaced her with that other actress, but she just didn’t have
the same chemistry.”
Abbie
ignored her and focused on Rocky, who seemed to be a little ticklish to
McKenzie’s touch.
“I
was thinking,” Abbie said, wondering if he just didn’t want to admit to seeing a
therapist. “I bet we’ve run into each other on campus?”
Rocky
narrowed his brows, looking at her with uncertainty. “No. I don’t think so.”
A
waiter came to the table and McKenzie returned to her chair. Oblivious, she put
her hand on Abbie’s as she rambled. “I’m telling you, it’s that doctor. You know, the actor who was in that movie where he was like a
senator or a governor or something and he was dating that hick girl from the
small
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