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ABBY
Abby
Grabbing the tablet from the wall basket next to the exam room, I swipe on the screen and see that my favorite patient is back. I would love to say it’s for a check-up, but I see it is an emergency appointment. I’ve known this furball since he was a puppy, and his human parents happen to be golf and dinner partners with my parents. Even at age 32, I know within the next two minutes that I can expect the human owners to tease me yet again about that time I stole a bottle of wine at their Christmas party when I was seventeen, then ask how my recent holiday was because my parents are close enough with them to keep them updated on my life.
Skimming over the information on the screen, I don’t have time to dig deep. I’ve been in back-to-back appointments all day. I’m still waiting on the labs of a feisty cat in exam room three and a retriever about to pop out a few puppies in exam room one. This also means there are human parents in the waiting room freaking out. Just another average day at Paws & Claws veterinary clinic. Two more appointments then I can hand the cases over to my colleague and grab a much-needed alcoholic drink away from this place.
My eyes gather the necessary information from the chart as I walk into exam room two.
“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Kade, what brings Brownie in today?” I smile and my eyes peer up from the chart expecting to see the couple I’ve known my whole life.
Instead, I almost gasp from a surge of electricity immediately shooting through me.
“Lu-cas?” There is definitely confusion in my voice as I slur out his name. My confusion is logical in this situation.
“Abby?” He is equally puzzled as he leans against the table, holding the small brown poodle in place.
In front of me I see the man I remember as my teenage dream. He is still medium height with sandy brown hair, matching eyes, and he seems to have filled out nicely. The button-down baby-blue shirt, jeans, and clean shave complement that grin that has undoubtedly melted many hearts. Throw in the doctor title that I’m sure he is proud of and this man is certifiable dreamy.
Lucas standing in front of me is most certainly a surprise that gives me an extra dose of adrenaline. Screw any drink that I may have thought I needed as I am now 100% awake.
Words. I need words. Must speak words.
Clearing my throat, I say, “I was expecting to see your parents.” I pet the dog, yet my eyes remain on the human.
The human who I may have made out with once. I guess it doesn’t really count if I was a hormonal teenager who had no skill, right?
“I was expecting to see Dr. Murphy,” he comments and rubs a hand across his jaw.
“That would be difficult as he retired…yeah, we are that old now,” I answer and begin to examine the dog.
I took over the practice a year ago, and my head has been busy in modernizing the place while winning over the furred and feathered creatures of Sage Creek, Colorado. The town I grew up in and the place where snowy winters meet green and sunny summers. Nearby forests mean I’ve had my share of bizarre calls where someone’s dog grabbed a squirrel on a hike, and they feel the need to save the mauled rodent. It’s an idyllic place with great restaurants and little boutiques that women seem to adore. Tourists frequent our little town, which is understandable as it is so picturesque, all the way down to the occasional deer that walks across Main Street to eat the flowers outside the bakery.
The town where Lucas and I seem to find ourselves yet again after both having left for various reasons.
Lucas lets his hand glide through his hair. “I had no idea you were a vet now. How are you? It’s been what, ten years since we last ran into each other?”
And 15 years since he rocked my teenage world with a kiss.
“Yeah, I think so. What exactly happened to Brownie?” I listen to the dog’s heart with my stethoscope.
“Oh yeah, that. So, I’m babysitting the dog as my folks are at their house down in Arizona. I guess he swallowed something and now he seems quite sick,” he explains.
I’m trying to focus on the dog, but I feel like Lucas’s eyes haven’t left me and I’m certain he couldn’t give a rat’s ass about the dog either.
I feel the stomach of the dog. “Any idea what he may have eaten?”
“I think maybe one of Theo’s toys.”
I look at him baffled.
“Theo, my son,” he reminds me.
I’d heard he had a son but wasn’t sure of his name.
“Oh, so you’re visiting your parents with your wife?” I may have heard the gossip from my parents, but I need the confirmation.
