Chapters (28)
- Cover
- Praise for the novels of
- Titles by Lexi Blake
- Dedication
- prologue
- chapter one
- chapter two
- chapter three
- chapter four
- chapter five
- chapter six
- chapter seven
- chapter eight
- chapter nine
- chapter ten
- chapter eleven
- chapter twelve
- chapter thirteen
- chapter fourteen
- chapter fifteen
- chapter sixteen
- chapter seventeen
- chapter eighteen
- chapter nineteen
- acknowledgments
- Coming Soon
- about the author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Every word out of Mabel’s mouth ratcheted up her anxiety. “I’m sorry, what? I looked over the financials for this place. It looked like it supported itself.”
“Oh, Doc was never any good with reports and such.”
“Someone is.” Those accounting records had looked real. They hadn’t shown much of a profit, but she hadn’t intended to get rich. She had intended to keep the place going without the use of baked goods. “I don’t think this is legal.”
“Now, see, there you go. You can’t keep thinking that way or people are going to see you as uppity.”
“I’m uppity because I got ripped off? I sunk a lot of money into this place.” Almost everything she had.
“It’s about more than money, though, right?” Mabel asked. “It’s about helping the public and being part of this beautiful community. Honestly, most of these people can’t actually afford our services. I’ll talk to Hallie’s momma, because they’ve actually got insurance. Her husband works on the rigs. We really can’t afford to lose that group. They’re having babies all the time. Men who’ve been on an oil rig for months think a lot about their wives and getting home to them. Not so much about contraception, if you know what I mean.”
She was fairly certain she didn’t know a thing.
The door opened again and a woman with long brown hair walked in, cradling her arm.
Mabel sighed and ran around the reception desk. “What happened this time, Carrie? I swear you being out there on your own scares the heck out of me. Come on in.”
Carrie gave her a weak smile. “I’m clumsy. I was feeding the chickens and I fell. I thought it was only strained but it was hurting this morning and I could barely make breakfast.”
Lila stepped around the desk, too. “Can I take a look at it?”
“Is Doc here?” Carrie asked.
She was going to kill that man and then no one would ask about him again. “He retired. My name is Lila Daley. I’m a nurse practitioner. That means I can do almost everything a doctor can do except I didn’t sit through medical school. I learned on the job, not in a classroom. My last job was at a major hospital in the ER and I was excellent at it. I’d like to take a look at your arm and maybe get an X-ray to see if we need to set it.”
Carrie’s eyes widened slightly and a ghost of a smile flashed on her face. “It sounds like you know what you’re doing. It hurts a lot.”
Finally, someone who needed her. “Let’s take a look.”
Mabel was smiling as she led Carrie back.
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