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A simple black jersey BCBG dress with my favorite Jimmy Choo slingbacks. I wore my hair down and put on just a touch of makeup. The doorbell rang as I was putting on my gold loop earrings.
Brad stood on my doorstep looking so handsome it was irritating. He had worn dark denim jeans with a light blue polo shirt and brown loafers. No socks. “Hope, you look very nice.”
“Thank you. You, too.” I opened the door wider to let him into the foyer. “It looks like most of your spray tan has washed off.”
“Yeah, I don’t do California Gold that well.”
“For what’s it worth, I thought you looked great. And all the ladies seemed to like it too.”
Brad laughed. “No offense, but most of those ladies were of the age of needing strong prescription eye glasses.”
“There were quite a lot of younger women, too. They all commented on how nice you looked.” I grabbed my Louis Vuitton on the hall table. “I’m ready. Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Chapter 19
We drove along the coastline headed toward Marina del Ray. Brad pulled up to a restaurant called The Warehouse that was located at one of the marinas. It overlooked stately yachts and large sailboats. The maître d’ sat us at a table next to the window where we could watch the boats coming in from the ocean.
“Ever been to Catalina?” Brad asked me.
“Sure. A couple of times with friends. It’s a great place for beach bonfires and cookouts.”
“I’d like to buy a boat once I get settled. Catalina is one of the places on my to-do list to visit.”
“I didn’t peg you as a boating person.”
“I owned a boat when I lived in Alabama. I didn’t get to use it much, but when I did, I took my friends water skiing on a nearby lake.”
The waiter came by to take our drink order and tell us about the nightly specials. I realized that I was ravenous – I hadn’t eaten much at the luncheon.
“How did you find this place?”
“A friend of mine brought me here on my first night in town.”
“You’ve already made friends?”
“Another doctor I know from med school moved here several years ago…”
The waiter interrupted our conversation and brought our drinks and took the dinner order. I got the seared scallops and shrimp and Brad ordered the lobster special.
We gazed out the window at the sun setting in the horizon. The purple and orange hues of the sky were gorgeous. Brad was the first to break the silence.
“You’ve got some interesting patients at the practice.”
“Never a dull day. That’s why I love this job.”
“I think it’s amazing that your father started this niche practice. How did that happen?”
“He never told you?”
“No. Just that he’d been delivering babies since the early sixties.”
“My dad got his medical license in 1961. He started a very modest practice with a loan from my grandmother – my mom’s mother.” I paused to take a sip of my wine.
“Times were hard. The Pill had made its debut and was catching on. Not as many women got pregnant. One night my dad was driving home in a bad rainstorm after being at the hospital all day. He saw a limo pulled over on the side of the road. The chauffeur was soaking wet, jumping up and down in the rain trying to get someone’s attention. My dad pulled over. The chauffeur said his employer was in the back of the limo, ready to deliver her baby. They were on their way to the hospital when the limo broke down. He asked if my dad could give them a ride. My dad grabbed his medical bag out of the back seat and explained that he was a doctor.”
“What luck,” Brad said.
“Turns out it was a lucky day for both the woman and my father.” I paused again while the waiter brought over an appetizer.
“He found the woman in full labor with the baby’s head crowning. The husband was in the backseat with her in full panic mode. He had his hand on the baby’s head trying to push it back in.”
Brad looked at me incredulously and laughed.
Brad stood on my doorstep looking so handsome it was irritating. He had worn dark denim jeans with a light blue polo shirt and brown loafers. No socks. “Hope, you look very nice.”
“Thank you. You, too.” I opened the door wider to let him into the foyer. “It looks like most of your spray tan has washed off.”
“Yeah, I don’t do California Gold that well.”
“For what’s it worth, I thought you looked great. And all the ladies seemed to like it too.”
Brad laughed. “No offense, but most of those ladies were of the age of needing strong prescription eye glasses.”
“There were quite a lot of younger women, too. They all commented on how nice you looked.” I grabbed my Louis Vuitton on the hall table. “I’m ready. Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
Chapter 19
We drove along the coastline headed toward Marina del Ray. Brad pulled up to a restaurant called The Warehouse that was located at one of the marinas. It overlooked stately yachts and large sailboats. The maître d’ sat us at a table next to the window where we could watch the boats coming in from the ocean.
“Ever been to Catalina?” Brad asked me.
“Sure. A couple of times with friends. It’s a great place for beach bonfires and cookouts.”
“I’d like to buy a boat once I get settled. Catalina is one of the places on my to-do list to visit.”
“I didn’t peg you as a boating person.”
“I owned a boat when I lived in Alabama. I didn’t get to use it much, but when I did, I took my friends water skiing on a nearby lake.”
The waiter came by to take our drink order and tell us about the nightly specials. I realized that I was ravenous – I hadn’t eaten much at the luncheon.
“How did you find this place?”
“A friend of mine brought me here on my first night in town.”
“You’ve already made friends?”
“Another doctor I know from med school moved here several years ago…”
The waiter interrupted our conversation and brought our drinks and took the dinner order. I got the seared scallops and shrimp and Brad ordered the lobster special.
We gazed out the window at the sun setting in the horizon. The purple and orange hues of the sky were gorgeous. Brad was the first to break the silence.
“You’ve got some interesting patients at the practice.”
“Never a dull day. That’s why I love this job.”
“I think it’s amazing that your father started this niche practice. How did that happen?”
“He never told you?”
“No. Just that he’d been delivering babies since the early sixties.”
“My dad got his medical license in 1961. He started a very modest practice with a loan from my grandmother – my mom’s mother.” I paused to take a sip of my wine.
“Times were hard. The Pill had made its debut and was catching on. Not as many women got pregnant. One night my dad was driving home in a bad rainstorm after being at the hospital all day. He saw a limo pulled over on the side of the road. The chauffeur was soaking wet, jumping up and down in the rain trying to get someone’s attention. My dad pulled over. The chauffeur said his employer was in the back of the limo, ready to deliver her baby. They were on their way to the hospital when the limo broke down. He asked if my dad could give them a ride. My dad grabbed his medical bag out of the back seat and explained that he was a doctor.”
“What luck,” Brad said.
“Turns out it was a lucky day for both the woman and my father.” I paused again while the waiter brought over an appetizer.
“He found the woman in full labor with the baby’s head crowning. The husband was in the backseat with her in full panic mode. He had his hand on the baby’s head trying to push it back in.”
Brad looked at me incredulously and laughed.
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