27. Hot Rich Dude
27
HOT RICH DUDE
“ G uess I know how the other side lives,” Angel said the minute she and Coy walked across the helicopter landing pad to a family garage to get into a vehicle left here.
“It’s working this time,” he said. “Don’t get snotty over it.”
This was something else she was going to have to get used to. The way money bought all these conveniences and that the Bonds were used to it.
Doctor’s appointments were bumped up and scheduled in two days rather than two weeks.
Helicopter flights to get to those appointments.
She wanted to come alone but realized that’d be too much for her to navigate and agreed that it was best for Coy to be with her.
Nausea had never been a problem before, but the flight over sure tested that. She hoped it was only hormones and would pass.
“Sorry. I’m a little out of sorts right now. How many cars are here for your use?” she asked as she looked around at a wide range of vehicles from SUVs to sports cars to sedans.
“My parents have one here and one on the island. They are on the island now, so their car is over there. They keep another one at the airstrip on the island. Sometimes they take the ferry over, but rarely now.”
She looked at the Mercedes sedan that Coy had pointed to, then he hit a button and the lights flickered and unlocked on a large black SUV next to it. She had no idea what the make was other than it was expensive. When she climbed in she noticed the car seats in the back.
“Is this Drew’s?” she asked.
“It’s a family one for all of us to use. That will mean us too when the time comes if we fly over with the baby. It’s a company vehicle. Bode and Drew do a lot of business in Boston and sometimes come over for a few days and stay at my parents’ house. If we had more time I’d show it to you.”
“Another time,” she said. “We need to get back to the office.”
Her appointment was at seven forty-five this morning. A special accommodation when she found out the office didn’t open until eight thirty.
“We’ve got time,” he said. “Our first appointment is eleven.”
“But this traffic is horrible,” she said.
“I know the back roads to get us there. I could have had Egan just drop us on the top of the hospital.”
“No,” she said, turning to look at his laugh. “That’s overkill.”
“He’s done it before for family members.”
“I’m sure,” she said. “But this isn’t an emergency.”
“That wasn’t either,” he said.
She wanted to see if he was joking, but it didn’t seem it.
Since he was navigating traffic and the wind was blowing hard enough that their vehicle was shaking, she decided to just sit back and let him concentrate, thankful there’d been no snow today.
“I would have never been able to get here on my own,” she said. “I’m glad my doctor is in Plymouth. That was much easier, but the thought of the ferry in bad weather isn’t going to be fun.”
“Nope,” he said. “And we don’t have cars there so if we went via helicopter we’d have to get a taxi or Uber. I don’t like relying on those things.”
“So that is your not-so-subtle hint to switch doctors to Boston?” she asked, lifting her eyebrow.
He turned to look at her. “I’m not going to tell you to do that. Not unless there is a medical reason. You have to feel comfortable with your doctor, I get that. With any luck, you’ll be able to give birth on the island and it won’t be an issue. If you have to come here, we can get here fast.”
It was making her feel better, but not a hundred percent. She just wanted this all taken care of.
“We’ll know more after today.”
He reached his hand over and threaded their fingers together. “We will. I’m right here with you, even though you didn’t want me to come.”
Angel knew the office was going to speculate the fact they were both off this morning, but no one would question it. Her mother had offered to fly in for the appointment when it had originally been scheduled two weeks ago. There was no way she could do it last minute.
Spencer told Coy he better damn well not let her go alone.
She was outnumbered and decided it wasn’t worth the battle.
There were going to be bigger mountains to scale.
“It’s not that I didn’t want you to.”
“You are afraid of people talking,” he said. “Get over it. People are going to talk about you your whole life.”
“I know,” she said, sighing. “It used to be poor Angel with the heart problems. Now it’s going to be lucky Angel landing a hot rich dude.”
“You think I’m hot?” he asked.
She rolled her eyes. “That’s what the draw has been all along. Now I’m going to have a hot kid.”
He laughed. “Keep that humor,” he said. “It will help.”
“Something better,” she said, hoping her breakfast stayed down. She knew she was sounding snarky, which wasn’t like her, but man, this was a struggle to not let him see she might toss her cookies. He’d want to carry her in if that was the case, and it’s not like it’d make a difference.
He parked in a spot of the parking garage and they got up and went to the elevator and then the fifth floor. It was seven thirty and some offices were open on this floor but not all.
She got to the office and pulled the door open, but no one was around.
They stood there for a minute and a woman came out.
“Angel Jansen?”
“That’s me,” she said.
“Hi, I’m Makayla, a nurse for Dr. Overturn. I’m going to check you in. You sent over all your paperwork already, right?”
“Yes,” she said. “I did that yesterday.”
“Then I’ll bring you right in. I’m going to do an EKG right now and then an echocardiogram will be scheduled for another date. You should be able to get that on the island. Dr. Overturn will meet with you after he reviews your EKG.”
“Oh,” she said. “I hadn’t realized that.”
“We have your records from your previous doctor and your history. It’s just checking it all over.”
“You don’t need to go with me for this, Coy,” she said.
“I’ll wait here.”
“We’ll come back and get you when the test is done,” Makayla said.
Coy took a seat and she followed Makayla to a room. “I know the routine,” she said, unbuttoning her shirt.
She lay on the table and Makayla did her EKG. She liked to look at the screen, but she couldn’t tell much.
“Dr. Overturn said that you’re pregnant. How far along are you? I’ve only looked at your cardiac history and the pregnancy is the reason for this visit so quickly.”
“I’m not far,” she said. “About eight weeks at this point I believe.”
When the test was done, Makayla said, “I’ll take you to the exam room and go get your partner.”
“Thanks,” she said.
She had a gown on in the room that Makayla had given her. No reason to get dressed as the doctor would want to examine her.
“Hey,” Coy said when he came into the room. “Did they say anything about the test?”
“No,” she said. “I didn’t ask. I’ve learned they don’t say much anyway. Best to hear it from the doctor.” She looked at her watch.
“There is plenty of time,” he said. “That is why you came in earlier than we thought. Tired?”
“A little,” she said. They’d gotten up earlier than normal to catch the flight over.
“We can stop and get some food on the way back,” he said. “If you’re hungry. You didn’t eat much this morning.”
“Nerves more than anything,” she said. And there was no way she was eating anything before she got back on the helicopter. Maybe when they landed, but even then it could be touch and go.
“The same,” he said, holding her hand.
They turned when the door opened and an older man came in. Not as old as Scott Bond, she was guessing, but someone in their late fifties by a guess.
“Angel,” Dr. Overturn said, reaching his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“You too,” she said, returning the greeting.
“And you’ve got to be Coy. You look just like your father.”
Coy shook his hand. “That’s me.”
“Your father likes to talk about his boys. I don’t blame him. I do the same with my kids. Now if only I could beat him on the course one of these days. Do you golf?”
“No,” he said. “Not for anything more than fun.”
“Then you can be your father’s partner next and I’ll bring my son along.”
“Is your son good?” Coy asked.
“Yes, he is, which means if you’re not, I might have a shot against your dad,” Dr. Overturn said, laughing. “And I know you’re anxious to know about your test so I can relieve your mind that everything looks great. Your EKG is normal. We’ll get your echocardiogram scheduled soon and once I have that, I’ll call with the results.”
She let out a big sigh. “That’s good.”
“I’m going to do an exam now and then we’ll talk about the next steps.”
She sat through the exam, which was nothing more than she’d been through before. Her scar was looked at, her heart listened to, her lungs too. Lots of questions like she’d answered for years.
“So everything sounds like it’s in good shape?” Coy asked.
His leg had been bouncing on the floor the whole time. He was staying calm, but she could see how nervous he was on top of it.
“It looks it to me,” Dr. Overturn said. “I’d like to see you back in three months. Earlier if you notice any changes. Then I’ll want to see you again in your last trimester as you get closer to delivery. If all looks good, I think from my end, I’ll only need to see you for routine appointments.”
“Thank you,” she said, shaking his hand.
Coy did the same and the doctor left.
She got her shirt on, then walked out and by then there were patients in the waiting room. She checked out and waited to make her next appointment.
“There is a note here to have you come in at seven forty-five again. Does that work for you?”
“Yes,” she said. “We appreciate him being accommodating.”
“It says here you’re a doctor yourself. We understand that.”
“We’re dentists,” she said. “But yes, we’ve got a practice to run.”
She got the card with her date and time on it, then left and drove back to the docks.
“Lincoln is taking us back,” he said.
“Oh,” she said. “Egan can’t?”
“We got back earlier than we thought and if that was the case, we could catch a ride with Lincoln. Unless you want to wait for Egan?” Coy asked.
“Nope, the sooner we are back on the island, the better.”
“It’s starting to feel like home, isn’t it?”
“I think it did the minute I stepped foot on the first ferry.”