Page 92 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“I golf with Kyle,” his father said. “We’re good friends.”

Coy hadn’t realized that. His father had a lot of colleagues. Along with his uncle Mitchell with all their business ventures.

“I have the appointment in my name,” she said. “There is no reason to give Coy’s name. Don’t worry.”

“Nonsense,” his father said. Coy was trying not to grind his teeth over Angel’s words, that she’d think he was embarrassed. He was happy his father had replied that way. “I can probably call a favor in and get you an appointment earlier if you want.”

“Yes,” Coy said right away. He looked at Angel and before she could say another word, added, “It will give us both peace of mind. Don’t you want that?”

“Or have us worrying more.”

“You’re going to worry regardless,” his mother said.

“I don’t need any favors called in,” she said. “Two weeks isn’t that far away.”

“Dad,” Coy said. “I’d appreciate it if you could see if you can get it earlier.”

He looked at Angel and saw her lips twisting in frustration, but he didn’t care.

His father pulled his phone out. “I’ll call him now.” They waited while the phone rang. “Kyle, how are you doing?” His father joked with his friend for a minute, then explained how excited he was to have another grandchild coming and what was going on with Angel. The phone was put to his chest. “Kyle said his office can call you in the morning for an appointment and that he’d get you in before office hours, if that works for you.”

“Yes,” Coy said right away. He turned to Angel. “Then you’ll be back on the island within a few hours after the practice opens. You won’t miss much.”

He knew that would appeal to her.

“Kyle,” his father said. “That is perfect. I’m going to let you talk to Angel quickly to get her number for your office. Text me a time for you and Michele to go to dinner. You know we don’t see each other as much in the winter.”

His father handed his phone to Angel, she gave her information and thanked Kyle, then handed the phone back. “Thank you, Scott. I appreciate it.”

“I can tell you’re not happy,” his mother said. “The Bond name carries a lot of weight. It’s a burden too. You’re part of the family now. Your child is going to be a Bond.”

“So is Angel once I talk more sense into her.”

His mother laughed. “We told you Coy is impatient. I thought he was more romantic than this though.”

“Romance only seemed to work to get a baby in her belly,” he said, smirking.

Angel gave him another playful shove and he was happy she was loosened up a bit that way.

“That’s not funny,” she said, but she was fighting back a grin. He could see it in her eyes.

“Nope,” he said. “It’s not. But it’s life. We have to make the best of it.”

“Are you going to tell your brothers?” his mother asked. “Your child will only be a few months younger than Drew’s.”

“I know,” he said. “Maybe they will be close when they grow up together. Something I didn’t get with my brothers.”

His father snorted. “You’re close now.”

“We are,” he said. “I’ll give them both a call tonight and let them know.”

“They will be happy also,” his mother said.

“They are going to bust my ass and you know it,” he said.

“Why?” Angel asked.

“Because they’ve always said Coy was the perfect one,” his mother said.

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