Page 94 of My Almost Ex

“Adam?”

“Yeah?” He turns right before leaving the room. He’s sexy as hell in his ranger uniform.

“Did I leave you my ring?” I slide my fingers over my bare left ring finger.

He opens his mouth but closes it. For a moment, I don’t think he’s going to answer. “You did. It’s at my old house.”

“Oh,” I say, unsure if maybe he doesn’t want to give it to me.

“We can pick it up tonight, but…”

“But?”

“Nothing.” He smiles. “When I get home, we’ll drive over there and get it.”

“Great. I didn’t want to ask in case you didn’t want to give it to me.”

He eats up the distance between us with a few long strides and his thumb and forefinger touch my chin again. “I want you to stay my wife, and you should have a ring on your finger that symbolizes that. I gotta go. Let me know about the doctor.”

He kisses me again, his tongue sliding in my mouth this time. As always, it stirs a buzzing through my body that zeros in between my legs.

“Have a great day, dear,” I say to his retreating back.

“Thanks, wife.”

I wait for the door to shut before I grab my phone and call Cora to see if she can grab me before I call the doctor.

“Sorry, Luce, I’m taking Toby’s mom into Anchorage,” Cora says.

“I wish, but the inn is crazy right now,” Mandi says when I call her.

I call every sister, and even Marla has some luncheon thing.

My phone rings before I can decide whether I should try someone else or just call an Uber.

“Hello?” I ask.

“I heard you’re looking for a ride?” Ethel asks. I didn’t have her number programmed in because I didn’t know if she had a phone.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t have an appointment at the doctor’s yet, but I can just call an Uber.”

“Nonsense, we’re about to leave. We’ll get some supplies, and I’ve already got you scheduled with Dori’s granddaughter-in-law.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Stella. She’s squeezing you in as a favor to us. Be there in twenty.” She hangs up.

I remember Dori mentioning that her granddaughter-in-law is a family doctor, so I search up my old gynecologist and call the office to get an appointment. The receptionist answers on the first ring and I explain my situation, hoping I can secure an appointment before Ethel and Dori get here.

“I’m sorry, Dr. Ramirez no longer has a practice here and we haven’t found a replacement yet,” she says. “Most of our patients are going to a new clinic in Lake Starlight that handles OB-GYN issues.”

“You don’t have any doctors there?”

“No one who specializes in that. I promise you’ll love the clinic. People rave about it. I wish it had been around when I was having babies and raising them. Sadly, those years are gone now.”

“Okay, well, I think someone I know got me an appointment with one of the physicians there, but I wanted to see Dr. Ramirez since she’s familiar with me.” Of course that was the old Lucy, not the new one.

“Go, sweetie. Promise you’ll love it. I heard there’s a waterfall in the waiting room,” she whispers as though it’s a secret.

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