his son on his face—the son she heard about last night.
“The wait shouldn’t be too long before the doctor can come in. There are a few toys in the basket and some books as well while you wait.”
“Is it food poisoning?” Luke asked.
“That or a bug. You did the right thing, though, bringing him in.” She walked toward the door.
“Molly.”
She glanced back.
“It’s nice to have a familiar face here. It’s comforting.”
She nodded and then left the room. Once the door was shut, she let out a long sigh just as Theresa, another nurse, came around the corner with a big grin on her face.
“God, girl, he’s hot. I’d be sighing like that too. Is he single?”
“Yes.” Or so she thought. He was divorced, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a girlfriend.
“Girl, you better get on that.”
“I’m not interested.”
“Are you mental? If you’re not, then I’ll see if Dr. Hancock will let me go in with him while he checks out the boy. Perhaps I can do some flirting.”
A twinge of jealousy coursed through her. “That’s a little unprofessional.”
“No, it’s a shame you’re not able to move on. We all love you here and hate seeing your pain. But this is the life you were given. Enjoy it.” Theresa leaned in. “And that hot man doesn’t look like a bad place to start.”
“You don’t know the half of it when it comes to that man!” Molly snapped. “Believe me—he doesn’t want anything to do with me.”
“And why not? You’re gorgeous and you’ve got a killer body.”
“Because he’s the one I told you about. He’s got the other offer on my house.”
“Him!” Theresa covered her mouth.
“Yes.”
“Well, dang, I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Break it up, ladies.” Dr. Hancock came around the corner.
Theresa shot Molly a look before she shook her head and walked off laughing. The doctor read over Sammy’s chart and the notes she left. He would almost certainly tell Luke that Sammy just had one of those nasty twenty-four-hour bugs. And all he needed was some rest and plenty of liquids and by the end of the weekend he’d be good as new.
“Do you need me, Dr. Hancock?” She hoped he’d say no so she could busy herself with another patient.
He shook his head. “This looks simple. How about getting a few samples of one of those electrolyte drinks and bringing it in? You know how dads can be with sick kids. Always in a panic.”
She headed toward the stockroom. Inside, she filled a bag with several drinks and tossed in a coloring book and box of mini crayons as well. Hopefully a little coloring would keep him settled on the couch as he got better. She then straightened a few rows of children’s acetaminophen samples, trying to kill time. The less she saw of Luke, the better. She’d give the doctor a few minutes and hopefully catch them right as they were leaving.
Her thoughts turned to the bidding war she’d found herself embroiled in. Her lender wouldn’t up her preapproval amount. So she’d looked over her finances and the money she’d gotten from the divorce settlement. She could scrounge up a little more, either toward down payment or the earnest. But that was as good as she could do.
She was going to be meeting with Diane after work to finalize everything, but she knew she wasn’t going to get the house. Part of her wanted to give up, but the other part said she had to at least put a little more fight. For all she knew, she could have the better-looking offer.
Biting her lip, Molly knew she had stalled as long as she could in the stock room. Leaving the room, she saw the door open to the room she was needed in. She’d timed it perfectly. Luke and Sammy were walking out with Dr. Hancock. He waved her down and told Luke she had some samples for him. He then excused himself to go see the next patient.
Molly handed the bag to Luke. “I hope Sammy feels better. I put some goodies in there besides the drinks.”
“Thank you.” Luke held the bag at his side. “Sammy really liked you. Thanks for being so kind.”
She smiled. “He’s a very cute kid. And I have no reason not to be nice to him.”
Luke laughed. “I think I’m reading a little too much into that sentence.”
“You’re not. See you around, Mr. Logan.” She bent down. “Feel better, Sammy. I bet by Monday you’ll be back to normal.” She stood back up,