Sherilyn blinked rapidly, pushing back the tears that threatened to spill over, and quickly changed the subject. So, why are you here today? Did you forget?
Oh, right.
Galen remembered his original purpose and got back to business. The house is all set now-everything checks out. In a bit, I’ll call the housekeeper and staff over so I can fill them in on the utilities, security codes, that sort of thing… Also, I brought your car over.
Perfect.
Once they’d finished up with all the practical matters, Sherilyn turned to her brother with a warm smile. Thanks for all your help. Then her tone shifted, a little teasing. So, how are things with you and Joyce?
Galen froze, and a flush crept quickly up his cheeks.
Well… He hesitated, fidgeting. It’s… going okay, I guess?
What does ‘okay’ mean? Sherilyn was incredulous. Come on, spill. Is there a chance for something more?
Galen gave a sheepish little smile. Sis, I don’t think she dislikes me. I’ve asked her out a few times, and she’s never turned me down.
That was something, at least.
Sherilyn’s lips curved up in a genuine smile. That was definitely a good sign.
She patted his shoulder, encouraging him. Keep at it.
Galen grinned, his earlier embarrassment forgotten. I will. I’m trying, really.
It was a bright summer morning sunrise came early this time of year.
Sherilyn was up before dawn. Today, she had an appointment at Dr. Wilson’s clinic. Work on her new show would start soon, and she couldn’t afford to put off her treatment any longer.
Candida was driving-her own car, the one Galen had bought for her not long ago.
They pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the entrance to the neighborhood.
At the corner, beneath the thick canopy of a London plane tree, a sleek Bentley sat quietly hidden in the shade.
In the back seat, Gilbert watched as Sherilyn’s car drove away, his eyes following until it disappeared from view.
Mr. Gilbert?
Only after the car was gone did Charles, his assistant, turn and ask in a low voice, Shall we go?
Gilbert nodded, finally tearing his gaze away. Yeah. Let’s go.
Last night, he’d gotten a message from Candida. She’d told him Sherilyn would
be at Dr. Wilson’s clinic today, and he hadn’t been able to resist coming over early, just for a distant glimpse.
But in the end, all he saw was her car pulling away.
The car moved slowly down the road, heading for the hospital.
Yesterday, Sherilyn had made an appointment. This morning, she was going in for a check-up.
Sherilyn arrived at the clinic.
Good morning, Dr. Wilson.
You…
After she finished updating him on her condition, Dr. Wilson shook his head in exasperation, his tone unusually stern.
If you ever hide your symptoms from me again, or ignore my instructions about your medication, you might as well find another doctor!
My fault, Sherilyn said, the smile fading from her face as she grew serious. It won’t happen again.
Dr. Wilson sighed, but smiled, waving her toward the exam room. Go on in. I’ll be right there.
Okay.
After the initial exam, Dr. Wilson wrote her a new prescription.
He reminded her, Your previous treatment wasn’t thorough enough. Since you’ve decided to take this seriously, let’s do it right-systematic treatment, and take your meds on time.
I promise, Dr. Wilson.
Sherilyn stood to leave, but Dr. Wilson called her back.
Sherilyn, wait a moment.
He pulled two envelopes from a drawer and handed them to her.
These are invitations.
Invitations? Sherilyn blinked in surprise.
He smiled. Wedding invitations. One for you, one for Joyce. Since you’re here, I thought I’d give them to you. And if it’s not too much trouble, could you pass Joyce’s along to her?
Of course! Sherilyn broke into a genuine smile. Congratulations, Dr. Wilson!
Dr. Wilson and Joyce were old friends from college-Joyce had been the one to introduce Sherilyn to him in the first place.
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