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She exhales. “What if I don’t like the doctor?”
“You will.”
“Forrest—”
Zev chimes in, “If you don’t like Doctor Bennett, we’ll get you an appointment with one of your choosing.”
The art of compromise. Too bad I failed the fucking class.
Because she’s still shaken, Zev helps her get ready to go.
In far more time than I’m happy with, we usher her into the back of our SUV, and our driver whisks us to our River Oaks home.
“I’m confused,” she says. “I thought I had an appointment.”
“You do,” Zev answers.
“I thought we’d go to the medical center?”
Which is where Alexandra has her offices, like many of Houston’s top doctors.
“She’s making a house call. We thought you’d be more comfortable here.”
Inside, she looks around, but doesn’t appear impressed. “It’s a mansion,” she wrinkles her nose. “Or a museum.”
She’s the first person we’ve brought here who hasn’t been in the least bit impressed.
“There’s more than enough room for a family,” Zev counters.
For a family.Suddenly, I’m picturing the three of us with a household of kids.
But Harper evidently doesn’t share the same vision.
She’s standing in the great room, looking around, hands on her hips. “Absolutely not. This is no place for children.”
Perplexing woman.
“It’s not homey.”
Before my mouth opens, Zev speaks, “We can redecorate.”
If that’s what it takes, fine. I’ll spend any amount, but there’s no way in hell we’re letting her raise a child in a small one-bedroom apartment.
“Even buy new furniture,” Zev suggests.
“It’s still too formal. Kids should be allowed to play and run.”
Unlike her?
Having recently met her parents when I paid them and Edward a little visit that night in Last Vegas, I’d believe her childhood was highly regimented and not at all enjoyable.
Further conversation is prevented by the arrival of Dr. Bennett.
After we exchange hugs with Alexandra, I introduce Harper.
“Congratulations,” she greets her patient. “Or are you still trying to process? I understand it can be a bit much.”
“It’s all very new,” Harper replies.