Spot Writers – Chapters 4 and 5

Welcome to the Spot Writers. Each week we’ll be adding to the story begun by Val Muller a few weeks ago. Remy’s life is heating up! 

Chapter 4 was written by ME, which (due to circumstances beyond my control) I was unable to post last week. Check out my e-books for sale at:  https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/camack

 Also included here in this posting is Chapter 5 written by RC Bonitz. Check out his books at AMAZON      Barnes&Noble

 Our serial story doesn’t have a title yet… start thinking about some ideas because it smells like a contest might be coming up soon!

And- Big News! We have a new member – Deborah Dera! Welcome Deborah! You can find her at www.deborahdera.com

We’ll give Deborah some time to catch up to our story, so you’ll hear from her in two weeks. Next week’s contribution will come from Val Muller, author of FOR WHOM MY HEART BEATS ETERNAL, a sci-fi romance, and CORGI CAPERS: DECEIT ON DORSET DRIVE, a mystery novel for young readers. Book Two will be released this October. 

 The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.

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Chapter 4

“Remy, I’ll ask you again. I need Mr. Walker’s file,” Dr. Kendrick said.

When the doctor rapped his knuckles on the desk, Remy finally bolted to attention.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’ll get it right now.” Remy knew she flushed a bright red. Jeepers, she thought, what’s with me? I’ve never been this disoriented at work before. But she knew the problem. Jeremy. And Barbara. How could she forget Barbara? For some reason, she couldn’t get either one out of her mind.

She felt her forehead and wondered if she were coming down with something. She wiped her hand across her skirt, before selecting the patient’s file from the large wall unit in the file room.

When she returned to the reception area, Dr. Kendrick had disappeared. She figured he had gone back into the examining room. She slipped the file into the slot on the door and rapped lightly to let him know it was there.

Irene had called in sick, so Remy was alone in the office. She glanced around the waiting room. Four patients, and it was barely 9:00 a.m. She sighed. It was going to be a long day. She grabbed her mirror from the desk drawer, turned away from the patients, and examined her face. Yes, she was definitely flushed. And sweaty. Too sweaty.

“Dr. Kendrick’s office,” Remy said, when the phone rang. There was no reply. “Hello.” Still no answer. She knew someone was there; she could hear breathing. “Dr. Kendrick’s office,” she repeated.

“Okay, then,” she mumbled, “be like that,” before delicately replacing the phone.

By the end of the day, the office phone had received three hang-ups, all showing as “unknown caller” on the display. One call might not be unusual, she thought, but three? Her mind immediately went to Jeremy and Barbara. Could it be one of them? But for what purpose? Then she realized they didn’t know where she worked, so it couldn’t have been them.

Remy’s stomach flip-flopped when Brian’s face flashed before her. He was her previous boyfriend, and he hadn’t been happy when she broke it off with him. They had had an on-again, off-again relationship for almost a year, and she knew his emotions were still raw. Could it be Brian calling? He lived the next town over, in Ridgemount, a good hour away. Distance was part of the reason for their breakup; he didn’t want to move and neither did she. The other reason was abuse, physical and mental. The latter was the main reason, of course. How could she commit to someone with a temper like his? She knew that was why she didn’t want to move to his community. Something held her back and after she initiated the break-up, she realized what it was. If she loved someone, an hour wouldn’t have been a problem. She could have commuted to her job or she could have found another job. Nurses and medical receptionists were in demand; she’d have no problem finding employment.

The last patient closed the door.

Dr. Kendrick appeared before her. Dr. Samuel Kendrick. Sam, as he liked to be called. The expression on his face made her realize she could be up to a job search very soon. She would relocate in a flash if she found someone she loved who lived in another town. There was nothing keeping her in Langford.

“How about a drink?” he asked. “Wind down from the day. I know it was hectic without Irene.”

“Ah…no, but thanks. I’m tired.” Why do I have to give him an excuse? No should be enough.

But “no” was never enough for Dr. Samuel Kendrick.

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Chapter 5

“Come on, have a drink with me. It’ll do you good. You’ve been tense all day,” said Dr. Kendrick.

Now there was a surprise. The man noticed something about her? He even had a smile on his face. In the four months she’d worked for him he’d never been so friendly. Actually, a grouch was what he was around the office. But he was smiling now. Who knew what he was like at home? Or where he lived, or anything personal about him? Hey, what did she have to lose? Barbara and Jeremy were a pair, and Brian she wanted no part of anymore. A little drinky-winky with the boss couldn’t hurt.

“I guess a drink would be all right,” she said tentatively. “Just one though.”

“Great. I’ll drive. Let’s lock up and hit the road.”

Oops. He’d drive? One problem about going with the boss; how the devil could she say she didn’t trust him? Damn, she couldn’t. “Where are we going?”

“Banjo Dan’s sound good?”

“How about The Corner Pocket? That’s close to where I live. I could follow you there and you wouldn’t have a long drive to take me home.” Absolutely brilliant Remy. What a way to solve the no trust problem.

“Nah. I don’t like that place. Banjo Dan’s is more high class. Come on,” he said and slipped his arm inside of hers.

Just great. How to lay an egg. And the arm thing. Should she shake him off? There were plenty of other jobs in the medical profession. Hadn’t she been thinking that early in the day? But, the man was smiling. And damn, was that a dimple?

He opened the door of his Lexus and closed it for her after she got in. When was the last time a guy did that for her? Careful, Remy. Remember, he’s a grouch around the office. So, why did Irene adore the man so much? She’d tried to get Irene to explain that little detail, but all she ever got by way of answer was a big wide grin.

“What’s wrong today? I’ve never seen you so uptight,” the good doctor said as he pulled out into traffic.

How to answer him. A guy I met for twenty minutes has a pregnant girl friend and I’m a mess about it? Brilliant, he’d think she was crazy. Maybe she was. But he didn’t have to know. The phone calls, that was it.

“We had some creepy phone calls today. Someone just called and sat there breathing. Three times, no four.”

“Did you get the calling number?”

“It was one of those unknown caller things.”

He glanced over at her as he pulled into Banjo Dan’s parking lot. “And that really upset you? I’ll call the police in the morning. They’ll put a stop to it. Don’t you worry yourself about that.”

“I don’t think they’ll do much.”

“I’ll stay on them ’til they do. I’m not letting anyone upset you,” he said, offering the sweetest smile.

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The Spot Writers- our members. You can find our Thursday posts at any of the following blogs:

Catherine A. MacKenzie

https://writingwicket.wordpress.com/wicker-chitter

Jessica Degarmo

http://www.jessicadegarmo.com/

 RC Bonitz

http://www.rcbonitz.com

 Val Muller

http://www.valmuller.com/

Deborah Dera

www.deborahdera.com

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