Marrying Mallory Read Online Free Page B
Author: Diane Craver
Mercedes-Benz car
and a Honda Pilot SUV, she felt maybe it was a mistake seeing a plastic
surgeon. Here she was parking her dented Honda with 225,000 miles on it next to
costly vehicles. Obviously, she should get a new car instead of a brand new
nose. A couple of weeks ago, Toby went with them to Josh’s game and when he’d
rolled down the window, the handle had fallen off in his hand.
He’d said, “Mallory, you need to get a better car. It won’t
hurt you to make car payments for once.”
With a quick door slam, she decided to concentrate on the
reason she had to spend lots of money on plastic surgery. She could drive her
clunker for another year. Getting a new nose would be worth the exorbitant
price.
A fireplace was in the two-story luxurious entry room.
Elegant chairs, lamps, and two white loveseats furnished the room. As she
filled out her medical form, she glanced at the walls. She squinted her eyes
and saw a framed article with the headline Top Doctor in Rhinoplasty
Surgery . She leaned closer and read,
Due to his ability to sculpt a ‘Natural Look’, Doctor
Seth Whitman is the number one choice among both physicians and patients in
northern Ohio.
She smiled. Nothing like tooting your own credentials but
reassuring to see a recent newspaper article telling how Whitman was the best
in his field.
A blonde opened a door and glanced at her. “Mallory
Harrington,” she said.
Mallory stood, noticing the woman’s perfect features. Had
the doctor made his nurse look like a Barbie doll at her request, or had she
been born beautiful? Mallory said hello before following her to the
consultation room.
Once both were seated on comfortable chairs, the woman
smiled. “I’m Dena. I’m Dr. Whitman’s assistant.”
Did Dr. Whitman hire his staff according to their
appearances or their skill? She wondered because the receptionist and Dena both
had small noses. Okay, maybe she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t help
being self-conscious about her big nose when it seemed many females had cute
diminutive noses.
After Dena looked over her medical form, she left to get the
doctor. Mallory took a folder out of her briefcase. She might as well start
grading the seventh grade book reports. From past experience with Josh’s and
her medical appointments, she knew it could be a long wait before the doctor
came. It was good to be prepared to do schoolwork. Or she spent time reading to
Josh. Toby seldom had time to take Josh to any appointments, but it wasn’t so
bad now that he was older and didn’t need all those baby shots.
At the sound of a knock on the closed door, she slid the
papers back into the report folder and said, “Come in.”
The door opened and a tall man in his thirties walked in. He
extended his hand to her. “Hi, I’m Dr. Whitman.”
She clasped his hand and liked his firm shake. “I didn’t
expect you so soon. I was grading papers.”
He grinned. “I can leave and come back later.”
She stared at his black hair, broad shoulders and perfect
smile for a moment. She wondered if his nice straight teeth were the result of
wearing braces. “Sorry. I meant it as a compliment. I’m used to waiting forever
in the examining room at other doctors’ offices.”
“I try to be punctual. I know the patient’s time is
available. What do you teach?”
“Junior high English.” Why did Dr. Whitman have to be even
hotter in person? She bet he got more women wanting plastic surgical procedures
because of his looks.
“I wish I had an English teacher who looked like you in
junior high.”
She laughed, surprised that he was flirting with her. “Do
you usually flatter prospective patients? Is this your way of making a nervous
woman feel more comfortable before hitting her with the cost?”
His blue eyes looked amused. “Dena, we have a smart one
here. She figured out my technique.”
Dena muttered, “I’m not sure what’s going on here, but if
you want, I can leave
and a Honda Pilot SUV, she felt maybe it was a mistake seeing a plastic
surgeon. Here she was parking her dented Honda with 225,000 miles on it next to
costly vehicles. Obviously, she should get a new car instead of a brand new
nose. A couple of weeks ago, Toby went with them to Josh’s game and when he’d
rolled down the window, the handle had fallen off in his hand.
He’d said, “Mallory, you need to get a better car. It won’t
hurt you to make car payments for once.”
With a quick door slam, she decided to concentrate on the
reason she had to spend lots of money on plastic surgery. She could drive her
clunker for another year. Getting a new nose would be worth the exorbitant
price.
A fireplace was in the two-story luxurious entry room.
Elegant chairs, lamps, and two white loveseats furnished the room. As she
filled out her medical form, she glanced at the walls. She squinted her eyes
and saw a framed article with the headline Top Doctor in Rhinoplasty
Surgery . She leaned closer and read,
Due to his ability to sculpt a ‘Natural Look’, Doctor
Seth Whitman is the number one choice among both physicians and patients in
northern Ohio.
She smiled. Nothing like tooting your own credentials but
reassuring to see a recent newspaper article telling how Whitman was the best
in his field.
A blonde opened a door and glanced at her. “Mallory
Harrington,” she said.
Mallory stood, noticing the woman’s perfect features. Had
the doctor made his nurse look like a Barbie doll at her request, or had she
been born beautiful? Mallory said hello before following her to the
consultation room.
Once both were seated on comfortable chairs, the woman
smiled. “I’m Dena. I’m Dr. Whitman’s assistant.”
Did Dr. Whitman hire his staff according to their
appearances or their skill? She wondered because the receptionist and Dena both
had small noses. Okay, maybe she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t help
being self-conscious about her big nose when it seemed many females had cute
diminutive noses.
After Dena looked over her medical form, she left to get the
doctor. Mallory took a folder out of her briefcase. She might as well start
grading the seventh grade book reports. From past experience with Josh’s and
her medical appointments, she knew it could be a long wait before the doctor
came. It was good to be prepared to do schoolwork. Or she spent time reading to
Josh. Toby seldom had time to take Josh to any appointments, but it wasn’t so
bad now that he was older and didn’t need all those baby shots.
At the sound of a knock on the closed door, she slid the
papers back into the report folder and said, “Come in.”
The door opened and a tall man in his thirties walked in. He
extended his hand to her. “Hi, I’m Dr. Whitman.”
She clasped his hand and liked his firm shake. “I didn’t
expect you so soon. I was grading papers.”
He grinned. “I can leave and come back later.”
She stared at his black hair, broad shoulders and perfect
smile for a moment. She wondered if his nice straight teeth were the result of
wearing braces. “Sorry. I meant it as a compliment. I’m used to waiting forever
in the examining room at other doctors’ offices.”
“I try to be punctual. I know the patient’s time is
available. What do you teach?”
“Junior high English.” Why did Dr. Whitman have to be even
hotter in person? She bet he got more women wanting plastic surgical procedures
because of his looks.
“I wish I had an English teacher who looked like you in
junior high.”
She laughed, surprised that he was flirting with her. “Do
you usually flatter prospective patients? Is this your way of making a nervous
woman feel more comfortable before hitting her with the cost?”
His blue eyes looked amused. “Dena, we have a smart one
here. She figured out my technique.”
Dena muttered, “I’m not sure what’s going on here, but if
you want, I can leave