Page 100 of The Sandbar saga

From what he knew, her father had been a malpractice attorney. While he never met the man, thankfully, he'd lost all respect for what kind of father would allow the neglect and verbal abuse to happen to his child.

Dr. Brown looked at Race. "If I remember correctly, Meihoff represented Cole Thompson when he was sued by the family who lost their daughter to suicide after being released from the hospital. Meihoff saved his career."

He'd heard the story, of course. Any malpractice suits were used as examples in any meeting that'd been held regarding policies.

Katie refrained from replying. From the outside, she kept her composure as if interested in the conversation making its way around the table.

But, out of everyone's view, she had a death grip on his hand.

"It's probably more exciting to sell houses than listen to a table full of doctors," he said, low enough for her ears.

"Yes, I'm more comfortable negotiating with other people's money." She gave him a shaky smile.

"You mean, you're stubborn." He chuckled. "I'm glad you ended up enjoying what you do."

She nodded. "I do. It's a lot of work when it's busy, like now, but the hunt to find the perfect home for someone is challenging, and the payoff is nice."

"Ever think of flipping a house?" He sipped from the glass of wine. "I knew a guy years ago who was a realtor and discovered house flipping was a lucrative enough business, he dropped his license. He ended up traveling to different areas, buying, renovating, and selling."

"Some people can do that. There was a realtor in Newport who started a small company with a few buddies, and that's what they did. It always sounded too risky to me, but then again, I don't know anything about construction or costs from that end of the business."

"Newport?" He rubbed his jaw. "That's where you went?"

She looked around the table and then nodded, looking down at her lap. "It's where I stopped and stayed."

He brought her hand up from his leg and kissed her fingers. "You came back. That's all that matters."

Her chest expanded. He put her hand back on his leg when the food was served. There wasn't much opportunity to talk during the meal, and his appetite had fled being around a crowd. Tonight was more of an excuse to have her with him while he attended an obligation. He hoped after dinner, the activities would make it up to her, and she'd enjoy herself.

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