The Doctor Who Has No Closure - Victoria Quinn Page 0,4
didn’t have an assistant before?”
He shook his head and looked out the window.
“Why?”
He shrugged. “It just seemed like too much work. My mom tried to make it happen a couple times, but I wouldn’t budge. I also didn’t want one…for other reasons.”
“What other reasons?” I asked, unsure why a man like him would be against having someone to make his life easier. His brother did it; his father did it.
He was quiet for so long that it was obvious he wouldn’t answer me.
“Well, I’m glad you made an exception for me.”
He turned back to me. “Well, it’s not really an exception anymore. But, yes, it’s nice.”
I still had no idea what that meant, but I didn’t ask.
We pulled up to the building, and Dex took a look at it. “Of course, my parents decided to put me in a palace…” He opened the door and got out.
I followed him, and we entered the building. I introduced him to the door greeter and then the receptionist at the desk that kept track of the mail and packages that came in for the residents. We got into the elevator and began to rise. “Your mom said she wanted something a little more secure than just a regular apartment. You know, that way, a disgruntled patient can’t try to get into your apartment or take your mail or worse.”
“I get it.” His phone vibrated in his pocket, so he pulled it out and took a look at a couple emails before he sheathed it again.
His new profession had barely begun, and he was already weighed down by constant commitment.
The doors opened, and I escorted him to the apartment. I unlocked the door with my key then let him go inside first.
He took a couple steps inside and slid his hands into his pockets. He examined the fireplace, the TV above the mantel on the wall, the furniture and the rug, the vase of flowers, and everything else about the perfectly designed space. His only reaction was letting out a quiet whistle.
“It has three bedrooms, a full kitchen, plenty of room for entertaining… There’s also a gym in the building.” He obviously worked out. Otherwise, he wouldn’t stretch the sleeves of his shirt like that.
He stepped farther inside and took a look around, examining the plates in the kitchen, the dining table, the paintings on the wall and the sculptures, and then he went into the master bedroom, which was decorated with masculine furniture and tones.
I continued to trail behind him. “Do you like it?” I honestly couldn’t tell because he was impossible to read right now.
He spun around and looked at me, his hand dragging over the hair at the back of his head. “It’s nice.”
“That didn’t answer my question.”
“I do. It just reminds me of my old place.”
“And what was wrong with your old place?”
He dropped his hand and gave a shrug. “Not a single thing.” He walked past me and headed down the hallway and back into the living room.
I followed him. “So…should I begin the moving process? Just being in Manhattan is going to be much easier on you. It’ll save you a lot of time—and you’re going to have very little time as it is.”
He took a final look around before he faced me again. “Yeah.”
I sighed a breath of relief, having been afraid he was going to fight me on this. Having him here would make my job a lot easier. Where he was located in Brooklyn was two trains away, and I really didn’t want to go all the way out there every time I needed to do something personal for him. “Great. I’ll start the process tomorrow, and I’ll figure out what to do with your current lease agreement.”
All he gave was a nod, his mood still quiet, his expression hard. “I’m going to head back to the lab.”
“I’ll bring you dinner.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just because I want to work long hours doesn’t mean you need to.”
“Well, I’ll put a mini fridge in your office, then. That way, you can always grab something if you’re there late.”
He considered the suggestion for a long time before he gave a nod. “Not a bad idea.”
2
Dex
Instead of being annoyed with my parents for getting that apartment before I even took on my first patient, I just let it be. Honestly, I hated living in Brooklyn, not because there was anything wrong with it, but because it was a huge pain in the ass to commute every morning. I