(Brad)
I sat up straighter in my chair and reached for a pen without thinking. My heart had already started beating faster. For a second I thought he was about to tell me.
Instead he continued.
"I'd prefer that you and Miss Bennett come into the clinic."
I stared at the wall in front of me and frowned slightly. That wasn't the answer I had been expecting. It definitely wasn't the answer I wanted.
"Can you tell me over the phone?" I asked.
"I'm afraid not."
The answer came politely but firmly. The kind of answer that wasn't going to change no matter how many times I asked. I already knew arguing wasn't going to get me anywhere.
I leaned back in my chair.
"When?"
"As soon as possible."
I looked at the time on my computer screen. It wasn't even eleven yet. The waiting was almost ov
