Page 2 of Dr Feel Good
“I don’t need that drama. She might get the wrong idea.”
“Didn’t you just tell me she’s happy with whoever, fuckhead?”
Ian shrugged. “She is, but why rock the boat?”
I squinted. “What aren’t you telling me? What crazy woman are you fucking now?”
He smirked at me. “None of your fucking business. Now, about Kali.”
Ian didn’t intend to let this go. Unfortunately, he knew my cabin’s location. If I walked out, he’d follow me there, not caring about the travel time.
Frustrated, I thrust my hand through my hair, ruining the neatness I’d just achieved. “If I give in, she doesn’t get a reset for twelve months.”
“That isn’t fair.”
“Neither is your request, Ian. You know it was shoddy work to schedule three patients at once, no matter the reason. At least admit that.”
“Fine,” he gritted. “She didn’t make the best decision in this instance.”
“Thank you.” Shifting my weight, I buttoned the top button on my coat. “Do you accept my terms?”
“I could drive to your cabin and convince you of all the reasons you’re a fuckhead for this ultimatum and harp at it for the entire weekend. By the time I left Sunday night, you would’ve changed your fucking mind.”
“I intend to hunt. Which you don’t like. Remember?”
“I don’t have to stalk the woods for poor, indefensible creatures. I can relax at your cabin while you kill them.”
“My patience is wearing thin,” I said. “You aren’t changing my mind on this.”
“Fine. I accept your terms, asshole.”
“Lovely. Anything else?”
Ian eyed me and pursed his lips. Immediately, I knew he had something else to tell me that I wouldn’t like.
“Are you familiar with the Royal Bastards?”
“Who isn’t?” I scoffed. “A passel of lawless thugs.” As was their sister club, the Royal Harlots. An even worse travesty for women to go down the path of rack and ruin, violence, and viciousness.
“I wouldn’t say that around them. They may not take too kindly to it.”
“Luckily, I won’t have an occasion to be in their presence.”
“Arthel got me to see one of her sister’s daycare workers. The father of her baby is a Royal Bastard.”
My mouth fell open in cartoonish shock. If my jaw could’ve unhinged, it would’ve hit the floor. I couldn’t believe Ian allowed one of those criminals into our building. If he wanted to risk his law-abiding patients, that was between him and his clients. Mine were high-brow and high-class. “You’re kidding me.”
“I’m dead serious. His name is Reese Sinclair. He’s the club’s sergeant-at-arms.”
“And you accepted her as a patient?”
“I didn’t know about her connection to the club until her first visit. Apparently, Arthel didn’t either. Her sister and brother-in-law intended to pay for the girl’s care.”
“That sounds like Tess and Big Poppa.” I liked those two, a God-fearing couple who attended my mother’s church.
“I agreed to match their money and had intended to talk to you, Shawn, and the others about pitching in.”
“I’m not part of your fucking practice,” I growled for the umpteenth time.
