“I’ve had better days.”
Denise inhaled deeply. “You going to call Dr. Tailor?”
“I called this morning. She had an opening next week. You?”
Denise nodded. “Tomorrow. With everything going on with Sarah, I need to talk to her.” She stood and scratched Polly behind the ears. “I’m going to head out. Are we still on for this weekend?”
“As far as I know. I’ll check tonight when I talk to Jase.”
“Let me know.”
“Will do.”
“Good morning, Dr. Marks.”
“Morning, Cindy.” Bree set her bag on the floor by her desk and sat down.
“Are you feeling better? You don’t call in sick very often.”
Bree finished logging on to her computer and swiveled her chair to face Cindy who was standing just inside the door of her office.
“I am, thank you. I think it was one of those twenty-four hour bugs.” She didn’t feel great about lying butI needed to recover from an emotional breakdownprobably wasn’t the best reason to call in sick. “Were you able to reschedule everyone from yesterday?”
“I was able to fit most of them in next week, but I had to add a couple of time slots to your schedule.”
“Morning or afternoon?”
“Both.” Cindy’s face twisted in apology.
Bree clicked through her schedule and noted where Cindy had added the appointments. She was going to have some long days next week. The only other option was to cancel her day off on Friday and skip the camping trip. Not an option. Jase had been relieved she still wanted to go, and she didn’t want to disappoint him by cancelling now.
She turned back to Cindy. “That’s fine. Can you keep a list handy of everyone you had to reschedule? If someone calls to cancel, go down the list and offer the spot to them first.”
“I already made the list.”
“You’re the best, thank you.”
“Of course. Are you sure you’re feeling better? You don’t really look a hundred percent.”
Nothing like being told she looked like crap. “I’m fine. I promise.”
The doorbell rang just as she reached for the shower knob.
Of course.
She wrapped her well-worn flannel robe around her and tied the belt tight. The peephole revealed a young man holding an arrangement of flowers.
She unlocked the bolt and cracked the door. “Can I help you?”
“Hi.” He checked the form on the clipboard he held. “Brianna Marks?”
“Yes.”
“These are for you.” He raised and lowered the vase, an abundant bouquet spilling over with white and yellow day-lilies, interspersed with large red and pink stargazer lilies.
Surprised, she opened the door fully. She’d never had flowers delivered before. “Thank you.”
“Can I get you to sign the form?”
