Page 17 of Rushing Her: Seattle, Westerners
“Before we can talk medical privacy, I must confess that a mistake was made last week, and he’s here to advise me. In case you want to sue or something.”
“A mistake?” Walking farther into the room, the door gets closed. I feel trapped and completely unsure of what to do except repeat the one thing my father always taught me. “I think I need my own attorney. I’ll call him now.”
Stepping out of the office, I dial the only local attorney I know.
“Alexandra, what’s up?” His voice travels across the line and calms me slightly.
“Daddy, I need you to meet me at Dr. Jarvis’ office. There is an attorney here for her, and I don’t understand why.” I relay the address for the downtown Portland medical center, where she’s located.
“I’m on my way.”
Returning to the lobby, I’d rather wait there than in that office without backup. Explaining to my dad what’s going on will be rough, but I need him. He’s a family lawyer, so this might not be in his wheelhouse, but he can support me and, if needed, point me to someone with the knowledge.
As soon as the door opens, I rush to my father. So many things have happened in the week since I last saw him, and my emotions are at such a level that I start to cry. His hair is red just like mine, and his strong arms wrap around me, holding me tight.
“What’s going on, Alex?” His voice catches.
“This is not how I wanted you to find out, but when I walked into that room and the doctor introduced her attorney, I realized I needed my own.”
“I told you to always cover yourself.”
“Yes. I was here last week for some tests and a shot.”
“Okay. Are you good?”
“I’m okay.” I smile, and he nods as I dry my face.
“That woman is staring at us. Maybe we should move to somewhere we can talk honestly.” I look over to where he’s pointing.
“Oh, that’s just Warner. She’s my security.”
“Security?” My father glances around and, with his six-foot-one height, stands taller. He might be over fifty, but he’s still a force of nature if someone hurts any of his girls.
I pat his arm. “Daddy, it’s okay. I’ll explain as soon as we’re done here.”
Warner walks over and offers a hand. “Mr. King, I’ll protect your daughter with my last breath if necessary. Mr. Murray made sure he got the best to watch out for Ms. King, and I’m that.”Oh well, she spilled the beans about Brayden.
“Wait…Murray. As in Brayden Murray. That man wrecked my daughter; she still hasn’t recovered. You tell him to blow his security out his lying ass.”
“Dad, stop.” I press into him and halt his forward motion. “Brayden and I are working things out.”
My dad stops and stares down at me. “But he hurt you.”
“No, Daddy, I broke up with him. I was the one to end us. I broke us.”
“Why?” He pauses, then holds up a hand as I take a deep breath. “Nope. No. You will be coming to the house after this meeting, and your mother and I will be getting the whole truth.”
“Okay.”
Together, we walk to the back and into Dr. Jarvis’ office.
“This is my attorney, Mark King. He’ll be representing me during this situation, advising me as necessary.”
My father shakes the other attorney’s hand before facing the doctor and bidding her hello.
“Mr. King, your daughter has no need for an attorney. I’m here on her behalf, as well. Yes, I’m a malpractice attorney, but we all want what’s best for Ms. King. That’s why the police are also involved.”
“Police? What is going on?” Sitting in the chair, I became lightheaded all of a sudden.
