Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,86
outside his cabin. It was larger than Linc’s place and it was clear that it had been added to.
“Doc has a clinic at JSI headquarters as well, but they just built this extension and he decided to add a clinic here too. I think he just doesn’t like leaving Caley for long. They all have their own office.”
That was a good set-up. She moved her gaze back to Doc, he didn’t look happy. In fact, if he’d been a cartoon character, steam would be coming from his ears.
She leaned back in her seat, waiting for Linc to come get her. He opened her door, and then undid her seat belt, lifting her down. In truth, it was a relief to get out of the hot truck. She was wearing so many clothes and Linc had had the heater blasting as they’d driven here. She was starting to overheat.
“You’re late,” the other man barked. He was handsome, with dark-blond hair, a neatly-trimmed beard and piercing blue eyes.
“Sorry,” Linc called out. “Bit of a delay. Mari panicked when I told her that Caley writes books as CJ Bennett.”
Doc’s eyes narrowed as he stared down at her. She huddled into Linc, her hand firmly wrapped in his.
“And why would that make you panic? Don’t you like Caley’s books?” he snapped.
“What? No!” Her eyes widened. “I love them. I love her. I can’t believe I met her and I didn’t even know.”
“Ah, you’re a fan?” Doc’s face softened and she swore he nearly smiled. Maybe.
“Her biggest fan. I’m so nervous now.”
“She’s writing at the moment. She’s having problems with a character, so if you hear someone occasionally yelling, just ignore it.”
“Ohh.”
“Come in. It’s cold out. Although I see you’re wrapped up for the arctic.” Doc sent Linc a look as they followed him into what had to be the waiting room. It held a sofa, two armchairs and a coffee table with some magazines on it. There was an open door to her left that she saw opened into an exam room. There was another closed door to her right. She wondered if that led to Archer’s office. And the wall directly ahead of her had another door that she thought must take you into the main part of the house.
Hot air assaulted her and she started to sweat. Gross. She tried to pull off her scarf. Linc helped her pull it off.
“Poor girl is sweating under all those layers,” Doc told him.
“Didn’t want her to catch a chill.”
Linc drew off her coat then his and she let out a sigh of relief. He left everything in the waiting room before grabbing her hand again, urging her after Doc. She listened in vain for any yelling. How cool would it be to hear her favorite author at work?
They walked into a bright office that held an examination table, a wooden desk and some cabinets.
Doc sat behind the desk and picked up a pen. Linc led her to one of the two chairs sitting in front of the desk. She bit her lip nervously, her leg moving up and down.
Doc didn’t look up. “You can sit on Linc’s lap if that makes you less nervous. Although I promise not to bite.”
“Oh, umm.”
“Most Littles prefer to sit on their Daddy’s lap when they come to see me,” he told her conversationally. As though they were making small talk about the weather.
She felt herself going bright red. “Is it that obvious?”
This time, he did look up. “What?”
“That I’m a . . . Little?”
Suddenly, his face softened with a smile. “No, sweetie. Well, maybe if you’re looking for it. But I asked Linc when he made the appointment and he said you were.”
She glanced at Linc, not sure that she wanted people to know. Then again, didn’t she know about the other Littles on the ranch? That Caley had two daddies?
“He only told me in case you wanted to slip into Little space while you’re here,” Doc told her in an almost gentle voice. “Some Littles prefer to come to the doctor in that headspace. Some don’t. It’s up to you.”
“Doc, how come you’re never this nice when I come to see you?” Linc grumbled.
“Because you’re late,” Doc snapped.
“This is the only time I’ve ever been late.”
“No, you were late for your very first appointment with me.”
Linc sighed. “Eight years ago. Jesus, Doc, you have to let things go.”
“Why?”
She knew they were bantering back and forth to give her time to figure things out. Doc turned to her.