Page 6 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

I handed Charleigh her helmet, put mine on, and climbed onto my motorcycle. With her arms securely wrapped around me, I pulled out of the garage and headed to the Beverly Hills Hotel.

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“Dr. Kind and future Mrs. Kind.” Mr. Russo extended his hand with a smile. “Please, have a seat.”

“We appreciate you calling,” I said.

“It’s my pleasure. I was in the ballroom at your brother’s wedding checking to ensure everything went smoothly when you proposed.” A grin crossed his face. “I’m not sure if you two have set an official date yet.”

“No. We haven’t,” Charleigh spoke. “We had a tragedy in the family recently, which took our attention from discussing dates.”

“Oh no. Are your brothers and cousins okay?” he asked with concern.

“They’re fine,” I said.

“Thank goodness. Now, let’s look at dates. We had two cancellations this morning. One for March 16thand another for July 6th.”

“I think July 6thwould be the better date,” I spoke. “What do you think, babe?” I squeezed Charleigh’s hand.

“No, Christian. It has to be March 16th.” Tears filled her eyes.

“Babe, what’s wrong?”

“Oh dear,” Mr. Russo said as he reached over, grabbed a Kleenex from the box, and handed it to Charleigh.

“March 16this the day your father gave me my new heart.”

I swallowed hard as I stared at her.

“It isn’t a coincidence, Christian. We’re supposed to get married on that day.”

“And we will.” I softly smiled as I reached over and wiped the tears that fell from her eyes. “March 16thit is, Mr. Russo. Mark your calendar because another Kind wedding will take place here.”

“Excellent, Dr. Kind. All I need is your credit card for the deposit.”

I pulled my wallet from my pocket and handed him my credit card.

“I had no idea you had a heart transplant,” Mr. Russo told Charleigh. “How long has it been?”

“Thirteen years now.” A small smile graced her face.

“Ten years for me,” Mr. Russo said as he unbuttoned his shirt and showed us his scar.

“Who did your surgery?” I asked.

“Dr. Gordon Lang.”

“From Mount Sinai in New York?” My brow arched.

“Yes.”

“He’s an excellent doctor.” I smiled. “I know him well. If you ever aren’t feeling well, need anything, or have questions or concerns, come see me.”

“I will, Dr. Kind. Thank you.” He smiled.

CHAPTER3

Charleigh

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