Page 33 of The Lies I've Told
That meant never seeing his family again.
Does he have any family?
I shook my head at the thought.
Everyone has family, right?
“Hi, everyone!” Cora said, taking the seat next to me.
“Aiden, this is my fiancée, Cora. Cora, this is the sculptor I was telling you about, Aiden Fisher.”
They shook hands as Aiden greeted her.
“So lovely to meet you,” he said in a very proper way, taking her hand, which caused her to blush.
“Oh my gosh,” she nearly squealed. “You sound just like the Doctor.”
“The what?” I blurted out, looking from Aiden to Cora and finally to Dean, who seemed to be fairly amused with his fiancée’s behavior.
“The Doctor,” Dean said before they all answered in unison, “Doctor Who.”
I still had no idea what they were talking about.
“It’s a British sci-fi show Cora and her whole family are kind of obsessed with.”
She nodded, still staring at Aiden like he was some sort of god. “It’s kind of our thing. Star Wars, Harry Potter—pretty much anything geeky. Oh my gosh, you kind of sound like Harry Potter. Oh! And maybe that hot guy fromGame of Thrones.”
Aiden chuckled. “So, basically anyone British that you’ve seen on the telly then?”
Cora turned to Dean. “He said telly!”
I swore, she swooned.
“Babe, don’t you need to order some food before you head back to the clinic?”
Her eyes widened before she grabbed her menu. “I’m so sorry. I’m back to normal now. And I really do apologize for crashing your lunch, but we managed to empty out the clinic, so I thought I’d run out for a quick bite.”
Aiden’s eyebrows rose in confusion.
Dean translated, “Cora’s the nurse at the town clinic.”
He nodded his head before saying, “Thenurse, as in the only one?”
She sort of laughed, a crimson blush spreading across her pale skin as she fought her inner fangirl. “Yes, it’s just me. Well, me and Dr. Jake. There are a few volunteer EMTs who help with emergencies, but for everything else—coughs, colds, and flus along with the everyday accidents—that’s all us.”
“Wow.”
I turned to him, my lips pressed together. “Wow?”
“I guess I didn’t really fathom how small this place was. I mean, you sort of see it as you drive in, but I don’t think you can really put it all together until you hear something like that.”
Dean’s eyes met mine. “Should I tell him the size of my graduating class?”
I laughed. “No. Mine was smaller.”
“It was not!” Dean protested.
“Was to,” I replied. “Carter Dodd dropped out halfway through his junior year, which brought us down to four.”
