the card over and looked on the back, where the numbers were written in bold strokesâclear and legible, unlike the proverbial doctorâs scrawl she would have expected to see.
Heâd given her permission to call him, but would she?
Should she?
Maybe she could use the results of their visit with Dr.
Kragen as an excuse to call him now. At least, he would then have a record of her number.
She hesitated only a moment before taking her cell phone from her purse and dialing the number heâd given her.
Jeremy answered on the third ring. âHello?â
Her words jammed in her throat as she contemplated hanging up before indentifying herself. But she felt compelled to finish what sheâd started. âDr. Fortune? This is Kirsten Allen. I just wanted to let you know that Dr.
Kragen told us Anthony looks good and appears to be healthy.â
âIâm glad to hear that.â
âIâd worried about not having any of Anthonyâs medical records, but Dr. Kragen ordered a blood test to check to see if heâs had any of his immunizations yet. So thatâs one less thing for me to stress about.â
âJimâs one of the top pediatricians in the county, soyou were in good hands. He has a private practice, but he works one day a month at the clinic.â
Kirsten bit down on her lip as she contemplated a response. She wasnât ready to end the call, although they really had nothing else to talk about.
âWell,â she said, âI just wanted to thank you again for being so nice to meâ¦to us.â
âIt was my pleasure, Kirsten.â
As silence stretched across the line, she suddenly wondered if sheâd been wrong to think that he was interested in her in any way other than that of a kindhearted professional.
âWellâ¦â
âWould you like to have dinner some night?â he asked, throwing her a curve.
Her heart dropped like dead weight, then rumbled back to life. âThat sounds like fun.â
Fun? She rolled her eyes. Why hadnât she given him a more sophisticated answer, one more grown-up and better suited to a doctorâs dinner date?
âHow about tomorrow night?â he asked.
So soon?
Goodness. Where would they go? What would she wear? Yet in spite of the questions and the fly-by-night insecurities that pelted her, she found herself saying, âSure.â
âIâm looking forward to it,â he said.
So was she, even if a swarm of butterflies had settled in her stomach.
After he asked for her address and she gave it to him, he said, âIâll see you tomorrow night.â
When the call ended, she sat dumbfounded for a while, the cell phone still in her hand.
Had she just imagined that conversation? Had the handsome doctor just asked her out to dinner? Would she have the right clothes to wear? Would she say the correct things?
Of course she would. She was a college graduate, for Peteâs sakeâan accountant. Okay, so she was unemployed at the moment. But that was only temporary. She had the skills and the résumé to land another job soon.
A knock sounded at the passenger window, and she turned to see Max waiting to get into the car. So she hit the unlock button and slid the cell phone back into her purse.
âWho were you talking to?â he asked, as he climbed in. âDr. Fortune. He asked me out to dinner tomorrow night, and I told him yes. Do you think youâll be okay by yourself with Anthony?â
Max chuffed. âI donât believe this.â
âBelieve what?â
âYou brought Anthony to the clinic yesterday so you could hook up with a doctor? How long has that been going on?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âYour crush on Dr. Fortune.â
âYouâre imagining things. I donât have a crush on him.â
âThen whatâs going on?â
She had no idea. She found Jeremy Fortune attractive and the thought of