him scared her. She knew, for her, he would never be just a casual date. Her heart was in serious danger, and then he had made his comment.
Marian curled up in a soft chair and sipped on another glass of wine. Tears welled in her eyes. She’d have a good pity cry and go to bed. She had committed herself to work with him. Whether that had been a good move or not, she’d know soon enough.
* * * *
The office phone rang. “Dr. Brodie’s office,” Marian said.
“You sound so professional. Look, I’m feeling good. So I thought we’d go to Wagon Wheel for the rest of the afternoon. It’s bigger than Frontier City. They have a movie theater.”
“We can have a real girl’s day out. I’ll be through here in about thirty minutes.”
“I’ll pick you up.”
Rand had walked up behind her. She sensed anytime he was close.
“Are you going out with Chelsea? Remember, tonight I’m paying you with a fancy dinner.”
“Yes, we’re going to Wagon Wheel. It’ll be fun. I don’t know when we’ll get back. You don’t have to pay me with dinner. I was teasing.”
“I insist. If not tonight, then tomorrow. Thanks for all your help this week. I don’t keep the office open on the weekend, but can you fill in next week, too? Eloise hopefully will be back after that.”
He’d treated her like an employee all week since the night he’d left her cabin. He was pleasant, smiled, and was appreciative of her work, but nothing personal slipped through. Her heart ached. Could she handle another week? Of course, she couldn’t resist being here with him. Talk about being a weakling, that was her. Her annoyance must have shown.
“Sorry I asked. Of course not. This is your vacation.”
“No, no, I was thinking of something else. I’d be glad to help. I love the work.”
For the first time in a week, he gave her that special smile, and her knees went weak. She handed him the last chart.
“See Mr. Mullins and you’ll be finished with office visits.”
Rand nodded. “I’ll call you in the morning about the dinner tomorrow night.” He leaned his head around the reception window and called his patient back. He closed the exam room door, stopping any further protest. Marian rushed to straighten her desk and the waiting room. A girl’s day out was just what she needed.
* * * *
Chelsea chattered on in the background while Marian sat back and enjoyed the drive. She couldn’t decide whether to relent and go out with Rand tomorrow. She was pretty sure where they’d end up. Her determination wasn’t very strong. She stared out at the ranches and farms as the car sped along the highway. Gradually her body relaxed.
“You know, I have to admit if you weren’t such a good friend, I’d hate you,” Marian said.
“Really? You’re that serious about wanting to settle down and give up your career?”
“This week has been an eye-opener for me. I love working in a doctor’s office. A small one where you do lots of things. Rand taught me how to take temperatures, pulses, and do blood pressures. If we’re real busy, I fill the rooms, ask what’s wrong, and take their vitals. I love those days. It’s been forever since I’ve been excited about work. In fact, I don’t think I ever was this excited.”
“Maybe the medical gene in your family was there all the time and just came out. After all, two of your brothers are doctors, and your sister is a nurse.”
“Could be. I think I may take a medical assistant's course. Then work for a doctor and see if I want to go further.”
“We have to celebrate your new direction.” Chelsea slowed down as they entered town. “I know a place that has great sandwiches and wonderful pies. It’s right along Main Street. Let me see. There it is, Sweet and Sour, stands for her two most popular items, coconut pie and a Reuben sandwich.”
“I’m starving. Find a place to park.”
It took several trips around the downtown blocks before they caught someone pulling out right
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