Safe Haven. Hannah AlexanderЧитать онлайн книгу.
in Branson earlier in the spring.
“Hi, Dr. Allison.”
“Shy.”
Karah Lee frowned.
“Call me Shy. Short for Cheyenne.”
Ah. Chey.
“First order of business,” Cheyenne said, “we’re all on a first-name basis around here, patients, doctors, staff. Some of the older patients like to be called Mr. or Mrs. and they insist on calling me Dr., it makes them feel more secure, but other than that we have a more relaxed office. Call me Chey or Cheyenne.”
“Chey. Fine.” Karah Lee pulled up an office chair and sat down. “I go by Karah Lee. So this is what you do for entertainment around here? Keep tabs on car wrecks?”
Jill and Cheyenne glanced at each other sheepishly.
Blaze chuckled. “Serves you right for betting.”
Jill shrugged. “We’re not betting for money, we’re just competing for one of Bertie’s black walnut pies.”
“Oh, no, you don’t. I’ve got dibs on a goat cheese,” Cheyenne said. “Not black walnut.”
“Ah, that’s right,” Karah Lee said. “I heard you didn’t exactly have a sophisticated palate.”
The gently angular lines of Chey’s face filled with amusement. “Who told you that?”
Jill laughed. “Anybody in town could’ve told her that. Hey, I heard the dummy who caused the accident last night had a cat in the car. Does that count as a patient?”
“No way!” Cheyenne protested. “That’s cheating.”
Karah Lee forced a smile. Time to get this over with. “Since the dummy’s cat suffered fewer injuries than even the dummy herself, I don’t think you can count him as a patient. We might be checking out the dummy later. Depends on how the day goes.”
If she hadn’t been the victim of this unintentional joke, she would have laughed at the expressions of surprise on their faces. Blaze did laugh. Loudly.
She reached up and pushed back her bangs to expose the injury. “Deer ran out in front of me and I swerved and hit a tree. Actually, it was my car that hit the tree. I had sunglasses clipped to the visor, and my head made contact during impact. End of story. My cat’s okay and everything is fine. You got any coffee? I could use another dose of caffeine.”
Static jerked through the ambulance radio and drowned out Jill’s abject apology. A disembodied voice announced the pending arrival of a small child who had slipped and smacked his head against the rocks while chasing a squirrel.
As the radio voice gave specifics, Karah Lee turned to Blaze. “You’d better give me that tour while we’ve still got time.”
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