Page 34 of Spike's Perdition
“Biker,” I snap bitterly. “Yeah, you’ve made that clear.” I stare at her imploringly. “Then why’d you come looking for me?”
“Because…” Ivory shrugs. “I don’t know. I had fun with you, that’s all.”
“And what? You were hoping for a repeat performance?”
Please say yes.
“Yes. No.” She sighs. “I don’t know.”
“Well, which is it?”
“Look, just forget you ever met me, okay?”
“Not likely.”
Ivory shifts to sit on the edge of the cushion and picks her cell up off the coffee table. “Dammit. I, uh, gotta get ready for work.”
I see right through her attempt to politely dismiss me and decide to give in… for now. “Okay.”
She stands and walks to the door. “Um… give me a call later, and we can talk some more.”
“You won’t hang up on me this time?”
“Depends.” She opens the front door. “Now, I really do need you to go. I’ve gotta get movin’.”
Rising to my feet, I nod and stride to the door. “I’ll call you later.”
“Right. Goodbye, Spike.”
She shuts the door as soon as I’m over the threshold, and at this moment, I know she won’t answer my call.
Doesn’t mean I won’t try.
CHAPTER 13
IVORY
TWO WEEKS LATER…
“Next!”
I swallow the lump in my throat and step toward the receptionist, wishing I would’ve let Megan come with me.
Woulda, coulda, shoulda. Stupid, stubborn ass pride.
“I-I-Ivory Whitman.” I clear my throat and steady my nerves. “I have an appointment with Dr. Wilde.”
The woman types feverishly on the computer before asking for my insurance card which I promptly hand over.
She grins at me as she takes it. “I see you’re here for your first OB appointment. You look nervous.”
“That obvious, huh?” I joke. The nametag on her scrubs saysAubrey.“You have a beautiful name.”
Aubrey blushes. “Thank you.” She hands back my insurance information. “I take it this is your first baby.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry,” she reassures. “This is a great office, and Dr. Wilde is one of the best.”
