“Okay. I’ll order a culture test on that and should have the results back in the next day or so. If it comes back positive, I’ll write you a script for some antibiotics and that should clear it up. But of course, give us a call if your symptoms noticeably worsen in the meantime.”
“I will,” I said. “Thanks.”
He smiled. “You settling in okay?”
“Yeah, things are pretty good.”
“Happy to hear it. Listen, I know what it can be like, moving to a new place and all and not knowing anyone. So don’t be afraid to stop by or give me a call or text or something if you need anything. Here, let me write my cell phone down for you.” And he took one of his business cards and scribbled a number on the back of it before handing it to me.
“Thanks,” I said.
“You have a good one.”
He smiled at me once more and then left, and I let out a sigh, feeling both relieved and incredibly embarrassed that this situation had happened in the first place.
I ripped the paper gown off and got back into my own clothes as quickly as possible. There was a slickness between my legs; I hadn’t wiped the lube from the speculum off. I grabbed a handful of tissue from a box on the counter and stuck my hand down my pants, dabbing in my underwear. Good enough. I exited the room, hoping I wouldn’t see Cole.
But of course he was there in the front office, looking at something on the receptionist’s computer screen. I stood there for a second, and as I did, I watched the way the receptionist leaned toward him, gazing up at him with those puppy dog eyes. I felt a flare of possessiveness, which was completely silly.
“Am I all set?” I finally said.
They both looked over, Cole with a smile and the receptionist with an expression of annoyance.
“You are,” he said. “We’ll be in touch in the next day or two once we get the results back, okay?”
“Sounds good,” I said, and I hurried out the door, glad to be out of there as quickly as possible.
When I got in my car, I just sat there for a minute. Had that really just happened? Did I just go spread my legs for my new next door neighbor because he had somehow ended up being the one to give me my annual exam? I shut my eyes and tried to scrub the whole thing from my memory. When I reopened them, though, the door to the office was opening, and Cole was stepping out.
“Shit,” I said, and I went to start the car but realized the key wasn’t in the ignition. I reached over to the passenger seat for my purse, only to realize that it wasn’t there. No, it was in Cole’s hands, because I must have left it behind in the exam room, because I’d been so eager to get out of there.
I opened the door and stepped out of the car, feeling myself blushing furiously.
“Probably not going to get too far without this,” he said, holding the purse out.
“No, probably not. Thanks.”
His fingertips brushed mine as I took the purse from him, those same fingertips that had just been taking a sample from inside of me and feeling my breasts for any abnormal lumps.
“Um, okay, bye,” I said as I dug my keys out of the bottom of my purse and got back into my car. I drove out of there as fast as I could.
Chapter Four
Cole
HIPAA privacy laws prevented me from mentioning anything to Ben about my encounter at the office the other day with Allie, but that didn’t stop me from thinking about it. Now, I found myself glancing over toward her house every once in a while, wondering what she was up to, if her car was parked in the driveway. I normally wasn’t the one to make the calls back to patients (Kathy or Danielle handled that), but when the results of Allie’s urine culture had come back in, I called her up to tell her she had a UTI and I’d need to write her a script for an antibiotic.
One of the playground moms had dropped off a loaf of orange poppy seed bread that we hadn’t cut into yet. I grabbed the plastic-wrapped loaf.
“Come on, bud,” I said to Declan.
“Where are we going?” he asked as he jumped up, abandoning his pile of Duplo LEGOs.
“We’re going to go next door.”
“To see Miss Allie?”
“We’re going to give her this as a welcome present.”