A classic

Lilly

A

knock on the door startled me and I quickly pulled away from Chance’s embrace. I already missed his arms around me - strong, warm, and protective. It was so easy to rely on him to make everything better.

“Come in,” Chance called out. The door opened and a man walked in. Gray beard. Frown on his face. One hand in his white coat, a black bag in his other. A doctor?

The memory of the last time I saw a black doctor’s bag resurfaced, and I quickly pushed it out of my mind. This wasn’t the time to remember those ghosts.

“What is this emergency?” he asked, concerned as his eyes traveled around the room. When he realized there was nobody else, his eyes came back to Chance and me. “You realize I walked out on two other appointments to come see to this emergency.”

Chance didn’t even flinch. “Dr. Craven, this is Lilly Walker. She has a bad headache.”

If there was paleness to my skin tone until this point, it was certainly gone now. Heat climbed up my neck and into my cheeks. Chance call