Page 97 of A Kind Wedding: Christian & Charleigh

“I’m sorry, but have we met?”

“You’re kidding, right?” My eye slightly narrowed. “It’s me. Grayson.”

“Sorry, Grayson. You seem like a nice guy, but I would have remembered if we met.” She began to walk away.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

She stopped and turned her head.

“Lucky’s Bar & Grill? Two weeks ago? We shared a drink and then went back to your place?”

“Again, I’m sorry. You must have me confused with someone else. I have an appointment to get to.”

She headed straight for Charlotte’s practice, opened the door, and went inside. I stood there in confusion and shook my head. Walking into the kitchen area, I saw Conner making a cup of coffee.

“Good morning.” He smiled. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to see Gabriel, but he’s in with a patient.”

“Grayson, what’s wrong? You have a weird look on your face.”

“It’s nothing.”

“I call bullshit. Something has you rattled. Now tell me what it is.”

On my way down from Gabriel’s office, that girl from the bar stepped out of the elevator. I stopped her to say hi, and she pretended she had no idea who I was.”

“What?” Conner laughed. “What do you mean?”

“She told me that I had her confused with someone else and that she had an appointment to get to. Then she walked into Charlotte’s practice.”

“Well, if that’s the case. You dodged a bullet with that one.” He pointed at me. “If she’s a patient of Charlotte’s, then something isn’t right. Forget about her and move on.” He placed his hand on my shoulder. “I have a patient waiting for me. I’ll see you later.” He walked out.

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Ava

“Ava, Dr. Kind can see you now.” The receptionist opened the door, and I followed her into the office. “Please, have a seat. Dr. Kind will be back in a minute.” She smiled.

I set my purse down and looked around the office. Walking over to Dr. Kind’s desk, I picked up a picture in a clear glass frame—a picture of a handsome man and a baby.

“Ava, I’m sorry about that.” A pretty woman smiled as she stepped inside. “Hi, I’m Dr. Charlotte Roman-Kind.” She extended her hand, and I lightly shook it. “Please, have a seat anywhere you will feel comfortable.”

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to stand.”

“Oh, okay. If that makes you more comfortable, Ava.”

“I guess I should tell you that Ava isn’t here right now, Dr. Kind. My name is Freya, and it is a pleasure to meet you.”

She stared at me for a moment. “It’s nice to meet you, Freya. May I ask where Ava is?”

“She’s asleep at the moment. I couldn’t let her walk in here until I met you first. She’s having a hard time accepting the fact that Dr. Lenox is dying. I will determine if you’re the right fit for us. The last doctors Dr. Lenox had us see didn’t quite work out.”

“Why is that?” she asked.

“You know that feeling you get when you meet someone for the first time? The feeling that’s deep in your gut? The one that lets you know if that person is trustworthy enough to spend your time with?”

“Yes. I know that feeling.”

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