Page 7 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“You’ll have more opportunity now if you want,” he said.

“I’m not thinking of time off and things to do.”

“There is a lot here on the island,” he said. “It’s a great place to grow up even though not many like to live here. I’ve never had a problem with it.”

But he always knew Boston was a hop, skip and jump away for him by helicopter. He’d spent enough of his life there going back and forth.

When he left for college, he thought he’d love experiencing life off the island.

Sure, it was fun. It was great at times.

He missed home.

It just reiterated the island was in his blood, like so many of his other cousins. Those that didn’t even grow up on the island.

Did many live in Boston and go back and forth? Yep, they did. But Coy? He was where he wanted to be.

And now he wouldn’t have to do a mad dash from room to room or lose patients because the wait time was too long.

“I don’t know how anyone would have a problem with it,” she said.

“People say that now, but you’ll learn it’s harder to get things here. Or slower. You can go to Boston and get it right away. You can have things delivered to Boston and pick them up or pay a courier too. Just so you know, it’s a perk I offer here. I need things for the office and pay for a courier service to go over two to three times a week to pick up packages and supplies. So if you ever want to order something and have it delivered to myaddress on the docks, feel free. Even if it’s not the day a courier is there, I bet you still get it faster.”

His father was the one who suggested he do that. A perk when it was hard to get employees.

He was shocked at how thrilled his staff was when he said he was doing it.

“That’s great,” she said. “And thank you again for helping me find a place. I know if it wasn’t for your family, this might not have happened.”

“It benefited me too,” he said.

Did his father and brothers let him know the first apartment that opened up before anyone else? Yep, they had. He bumped people on the waiting list and didn’t feel the least bit of guilt over it.

He had to get someone here and housing made that difficult too.

Finding and affording it.

He was offering what he thought was a very generous salary and then put a housing stipend on top of it.

For two years he’d been looking and couldn’t get anyone to bite. Who the hell would have thought it’d be this hard?

The best he’d been able to do was have a backup dentist in Plymouth willing to cover for him to take some time off.

Now things were finally looking up.

“This is our office?” she asked when he moved them into the last room at the end of the hall past the rest of his staff’s offices.

“It is,” he said. “Is there a problem with it?”

He was looking at the two desks facing each other. He tried to figure out the best way to set it up and having their backs to each other felt rude in his mind.

It’s not as if they were going to be in there together often. Not even taking the same lunch.

“No,” she said. “I didn’t think it’d be this big.”

“Being the boss, I get the biggest office,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

She smiled at him. There were some freaking tingles in his belly.

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