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Indignation flitters across her features. “I’m lucky, I guess.”
“Right, lucky.” I thrust my hand through my hair. “Hey, uh, do you have any more sonogram images I can look at?”
She scans the room as if looking for them, but then shakes her head. “No, I don’t. But I can get you some.”
“How ‘bout I just go to your next appointment with you?”
“No,” she blurts. “I mean, Dr. Wilde typically just sees me when she’s got a few spare minutes in between her patients. There’s no way to know when exactly that’s going to be.”
“Glitter, I want to be at the next appointment,” I state firmly while pulling my cell out of my cut and thrusting it at her. “Here. Call and schedule something.”
“B-but the office is closed.”
Dammit.
“Don’t you have Dr. Wilde’s home number? Call her directly and set it up.”
Glitter tenses for a split-second, but she relaxes so quickly I convince myself I’m making it up.
“Spike, I can’t call my boss at home,” she says calmly. “That’s highly inappropriate.”
Heaving a sigh, I shove my phone back into my pocket. “Fine. But I want you to get yourself an actual appointment tomorrow and call me immediately to let me know when it is.”
She nods. “Okay. If it’s that important to you, I will.”
Glitter stands and tries to wrap her arms around me, but I push her away. “Don’t mistake this for more than it is,” I say gently, not wanting to cause too much distress.
She steps back and crosses her arms over her chest. “Fine. Now can you get outta here so I can shower?”
“Yeah, sure.”
I turn and walk toward the door. The motion sensor triggers the door to open, and I pause to look over my shoulder.
“Tomorrow, Glitter. I want that appointment ASAP.”
CHAPTER 19
IVORY
“Have no fear,the Italian food is here!”
My stomach rumbles with Eric’s announcement as he stomps into the house with Megan on his heels. I need my friends tonight after my encounter with Aubrey at Dr. Wilde’s office. I haven’t stopped shaking since I left the parking lot. When I got home, I called Megan to come over, and she called Eric, who in turn called me, asking what I wanted for dinner. I didn’t think I’d be able to eat, but if the gurgles in my stomach at the smell of garlic is any indication, I definitely can.
“Gimme, gimme, gimme,” I chant while trying to grab the bags.
Eric swats my hands. “Get back you heathen.”
“At least let us get it unpacked,” Megan chastises.
I stick my bottom lip out, and my chin wobbles of its own accord. “But the baby is hungry now.”
“Oh, dear lord, make it stop,” Eric says dramatically, handing me a bag. “Here, now, put the lip away.”
Thank you hormones.
I smirk and take a seat at the table. Opening the container, I find a huge portion of baked ziti.
Megan hands me a napkin. “You have a little bit of drool right there.”
