Page 43 of Happenstance
“I’m not changing in front of you.”
“Well,” he leaned against the door and looked at me. “I’m not leaving.”
“The doctor’s going to be mad if I’m not ready,” I pointed out.
Parker crossed his arms. “He won’t be mad at me.”
I stared back at him. Seriously? He was going to go there? Like I cared who the doctor would be mad at. I did, but that was beside the point. That’s when an idea came to me.
“Alright, you win.”
A smirk spread across Parker’s face, as if he was saying,‘of course I do.’
Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Mr. Whitley.
Obviously, he’d never played this game with a girl before. We had a natural talent for changing without being seen. Harper and I used to make a game of it. ‘Let’s see who can put their bathing suits on the fastest without getting caught by her brother.’ I was the reigning champ. Although, we hadn’t played since Mason Kessler made her terrified of her own shadow.
It wasn’t too hard to pull off. I removed the arms of my shirt through the ones on the gown, while shimmying the cloth over my head. Once that was gone, I unclipped my bra, and tied up the back of the gown. The rest was easy. Pants and underwear came off in one slip. All done, without exposing an inch of unnecessary skin.
Parker was not impressed.
I, however, smiled brightly back at him, before skipping over to the table.
Yup, still got it.
The doctor came in just as I was sitting on the oddly comfortable table. It was so soft, I had to look down and make sure it was an exam table. Man, high priced doctors sure had their benefits.
“Good afternoon, Lana”
This wasn’t the first time I’d seen Martin Creswell. Silas was his son, so he’d been at parent teacher interviews and stuff. Those times I was just the little girl in his kid’s class and nothing more. Now, I had to actually talk to him. One of the most powerful men in Ashen Springs was going to see my naughty bits. Not exactly a comforting thought.
He flipped through my file and clicked a pen. “How are you feeling today?”
Huh?Okay, I got where Strictly By the Books Silas got his right down to business attitude.
“I’m fine.”
Except for the fact that I was talking to a possible murderer. I’d heard the rumors, and untimely death wasn’t the worst one attached to the esteemed Martin Creswell. His appetite for young teenage girls was talked about the most. That was one of the few things, I didn’t put much stock in. The man had a famous wife, who was absolutely gorgeous. Why would he screw around with some dumb high school girl?
“Any morning sickness?”
“A little.” Thank god that had died down.
I sat there studying Dr. Creswell’s white coat as he continued to ask me questions. He seemed normal, a little uptight, but normal. I don’t know why, but I’d thought I’d find more. A monstrous voice, or some scar that showed he was really a bad guy. Maybe I was looking for something else? A sign that the Order existed.
Was he going to go back and tell all the other members my business? Would they get detailed descriptions of my girly parts? For all I knew, they had a special file just for that. I could see it now. A big filing cabinet with various drawers. People of Ashen Springs, secrets and other stuff, and at the very bottom a single white sticker saying:The Order of Ravens and Wolves pussy information.
“How’s your mental state?”
My eyes narrowed. Why would he say that? The only person who knew about my appointments with Mr. Kessler, was Mr. Kessler.
“I mean no offense,” he explained. “Pregnancy can be difficult on a young girl such as yourself.”
Uh huh?
“Is there anything I should watch for?” Parker asked.
“There are a few things,” Doctor Creswell passed him a pamphlet. “Mood swings, aggressive behavior…”
