“No, she’s not,” her mom said.
A man climbed out of the Corvette, a gorgeous royal blue convertible, and strode around to get the dog from the passenger seat.
“That’s definitely Bella, but that guy is not Xander.”
The man in question tried and failed to keep the sunglasses on the dog’s face and finally tossed them onto the seat. Tara couldn’t help but laugh. People and dogs were always fun to watch. This guy had a tall, lean frame and dark brown hair. Something about him seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place him. He grasped the leash and led the dog on a walk, obviously doing the smart thing before bringing the pup inside.
But before he’d walked away, he’d turned toward the building long enough for Tara to get a good look at his face. Even with aviators on his eyes, she knew.
“Oh, my God. It’s Axel,” she said, her stomach feeling like a kaleidoscope of butterflies had taken flight.
“Your Axel?” Her mother’s voice rose in excitement.
“He hasn’t been my Axel in forever.” Tara covered her churning belly with her hands.
“He’s the last guy you dated, so sue me for calling him yours.”
Tara frowned and glanced at her mom. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
“Well, I would.”
Tara sighed at her mother’s persistence. “I don’t tell you everything.” Not that there was anything to tell, which was why her mother’s dig hit home.
Marsha meant well and wanted her daughter happily settled, but Tara had never met a man who lived up to … well, Axel and what they’d shared. But it wasn’t like she’d chosen between school and career or a nunnery, for God’s sake.
Her mother took another glance between the horizontal blinds to get a better look.
“Cut it out,” Tara muttered.
She stepped away from the window and headed back behind the counter, gesturing for her mother to follow. Which Marsha did. Tara did not want to get caught ogling the rock-star drummer. Even if he was her ex.
She bit down on her cheek, her heart pounding hard as she waited for him to walk in. Why was Axel here with Bella? Was he helping out his bandmate and friend? Though Tara made it a point not to check out gossip or celebrity sites, she couldn’t live in this small town, especially one that emptied out after summer, and not know that Axel Forrester had joined Dash Kingston’s band and moved here. She’d just been lucky enough not to have run into him before now.
They hadn’t parted on bad terms all those years ago. They’d just both had life plans that had taken them in different directions. She’d always known they wanted different things out of life. He’d desired fame and travel while she’d planned to settle down in a vet practice and have a family one day. When he’d said goodbye, saying he hoped they’d reconnect in the future, she had known better. Now they were two very different people, and seeing him again could only be awkward.
At that moment, Harry walked out of the back area. He was a good-looking man, older, with salt-and-pepper hair and a distinguished goatee.
He glanced around the empty waiting room. “Everything okay?” he asked.
“Fine. There’s a man in the parking lot who should be in any minute,” Tara said.
Harry nodded. “I just finished eating. Would you like me to see him?”
Bless him, Tara thought. She was not ready to face the now famous Axel Forrester, former drummer for Caged Chaos and now the Original Kings, and the type of man who women threw their panties at.
“Sure,” she said at the same time her mother spoke. “You’re busy, Harry,” Marsha said, stepping over to him.
“No, I have time for a break.” His eyes crinkled in confusion at their contradictory replies.
“Good idea. Go take a break.” Tara’s mom urged him toward the back, her hands pushing at his arm.
“Mom! Cut it out.” Taking control, Tara decided what to do. “Thanks for handling the next patient, Harry. I’ll be in the back if you need me.”
She walked through the double doors leading to the back rooms but remained close by so she could hear everything. She couldn’t help but be curious.
“Marsha, are you okay?” Harry asked, concern in his voice.
“I’m fine. I just…” Her mother whispered something Tara couldn’t hear.
Before she could find out what her mother was up to, the bells over the outside door rang, announcing the patient had arrived. Tara curled her hands into fists, her short nails digging into her skin as she waited.
“Good afternoon,” her mother said in a chirpy, happy voice. “What can we do for you?” Obviously, her mother was pretending not to recognize him.
“I was hoping Dr. Stillman could see my dog.” Axel’s voice was familiar yet not, deeper and sexier than she remembered.
“Your dog?”
Tara peeked out in time to see Marsha lean over the counter to look at the animal in question. “Axel Forrester, are you bringing Bella Kingston in for Sasha and Xander?”