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Dr. Snyde and got me an appointment set up quickly. “Oh I didn’t realize Dr. Snyde was your mom since you don’t have the same last name.”
    “Yeah well my parents split up awhile ago and my mom took back her maiden name,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders while clicking away at the computer.
    “Don’t worry, patient confidentiality and all that, my eyes don’t see a thing,” he replied as if reading my mind. “So it looks like your having weekly appointments does this day and time work for you every week?”
    “Sure,” I nodded my head even though I didn’t know if I would still be seeing Dr. Snyde, I really needed to have a talk with my mom, what was she thinking?
    Grier tapped a few things into his computer, his hawaiian blue eyes framed by thick black eyelashes boring into the screen and then handed me a reminder card, our fingers touching briefly as I felt a zap of electricity right down to my toes before he quickly pulled away.
    “See you later Wynn.”
    “Bye Grier.”
    I hurried out to the truck as quick as my feet could take me and slammed the door before sending my mom a quick text: Need a new doc asap!
    There, problem solved. I really couldn’t risk my personal information getting out there in such a small town and although Grier seemed like a nice guy from the little that he actually talked to me, Lexie was definitely not a nice girl. I had witnessed that several times my first week at Gulf Shores with the way she treated people that weren’t in our group. Even with me being Collins cousin she seemed to pick on everything from my clothes, the way I wore my hair, even telling me I was way too quiet to fit in with their group of friends and suggested I moved to a table with the band geeks.
    I slid the keys in and pressed down on the gas that seemed to stick and before I knew it I felt a slam and my head bounced forward smacking against the steering wheel.
    Oh shit, mom was going to kill me. I looked in the rearview mirror and saw that I had smashed into a telephone pole. Mom was always getting on me about paying attention when I was driving, I always seemed to get distracted when I did and I already had a few minor accidents under my belt.
    I gripped the steering wheel trying to think how I was going to explain this one, when I heard a light tapping on the glass and turned to see Grier standing there with an amused look on his face, one corner of his mouth pulled up into a crooked grin. I reluctantly opened the door for him and he leaned in, overwhelming the small cab of the truck with the spicy scent of his cologne.
    “Did that telephone pole run into your truck girl?” He asked with an uplift of his brow. He was actually trying to joke with me at a time like this, what is wrong with this boy?
    “I’m sorry I wasn’t paying much attention, it seems to happen to me often. Is there much damage back there? Grams is gonna kill me.”
    “Well it looks like the bumpers hanging off a bit, let me follow you home. I’ll make sure you don’t lose it on the way.” He reached over and ran his rough thumb across my bottom lip with the gentlest touch. “Damn girl, how hard did you hit that thing?”
    He pulled his thumb away that had a few drops of blood on it and I looked up into the mirror to see that my scar had broken up on my lip when my face had introduced itself to the steering wheel.
    “Oh that’s old, don’t worry about it,” I shoved a few tissues from my purse at him to wipe up the mess. They were unused for the most part, I think. “Are you sure you want to follow me home, I’m sure it’ll be ok.”
    “Not a problem,” he said running a hand through his hair that constantly looked a mess but a good kind of mess. “You’re on my way anyways.”
    I made my way slowly home without losing any parts and pulled into the driveway where Grier slowed down idling his oversized truck that looked to be brand new. He rolled down his window, throwing his arm out and leaning against