Soulsearch (Teen Paranormal Romance Series) (The Soulmate Series: Teen Paranormal Romance Book 2) Read Online Free Page A

stand-alone brick building in a quiet suburban neighborhood where most of the houses looked like they were built in the 1980’s.   A weathered wooden ramp bordered by azalea bushes led them to the front entrance where a yellowed plastic sign indicated they were open 9 to 5 on weekdays and 9 till noon on Saturdays.   Rider opened the door for the girls and the three shuffled in uncomfortably.
    Someone had made an attempt to update the interior of the old building.   They had painted the wood paneling on the walls a glossy, bright white and covered the floors with a beige berber carpet.   The old-fashioned wooden-armed chairs that lined the walls of the small waiting room probably used to have stiff vinyl cushions in burnt orange or avocado green but had been reupholstered in a less-offensive blue and tan tweed.   The Norman Rockwell pictures on the walls were probably leftover from the original decor but they gave the now-sterile room a more homey feel.   A Glade Plug-In perfumed the air with the sickly sweet odor of apples and cinnamon.   A large window was cut into one of the interior walls and a receptionist in cheery yellow scrubs sat behind it, typing on a computer.   Rachel hesitantly approached the desk, her lips spread wide in a nervous smile.
    “I’m Rachel Masterson,” she squeaked quietly, “I have an appointment?”   It came out like a question.   The receptionist handed her a clipboard full of paperwork to fill out and asked for her insurance card and ID.   “I don’t have insurance; I’ll just pay,” Rachel replied more confidently, handing over the ID Tara had created for her.   Thankfully, Rachel had enough forethought to realize that presenting her real insurance card might tip them off to the age discrepancy.   She had enough money saved that she hoped she could pay the bill in cash.
    Rider was hovering behind her and gave her a little nudge.   “I’m not sure I know all these answers about my family medical history,” Rachel blurted, remembering their well-rehearsed plan.   Rachel affected an innocent smile and explained, “I think my mom came here a long time ago when I was a baby; maybe you could look at her records?”  
    “Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie, but that would’ve been before we switched to electronic records, so I don’t really have easy access to it.   It’s probably buried in a box somewhere in the basement,”   the receptionist offered.   “Don’t worry too much about the questions.   Just answer what you can,” she said with a kind smile that made Rachel think she was used to dealing with ignorant teenagers.
    Rachel smiled back gratefully and turned to find a seat.   The three took chairs on the far side of the waiting room, out of the receptionist’s line of vision, and grinned happily at each other, pleased with what they had learned.   Paige knew from her own visit that they used computers now for all the records, but she was confident that the old records were still on paper somewhere, the task of transferring them all to the computer too big of a task for such a small operation.   The teens could text, tweet, SnapChat, and Instagram like nobody’s business, but hacking into a medical database to access old records was way beyond their scope of talent.   Plan B involved recruiting one of Rachel’s science club buddies to infiltrate their computer system, but Rachel was loathe to ask for that kind of felonious favor.
    While Rachel busied herself filling out the paperwork, Rider was surreptitiously scoping out the comings and goings of the people around them.   The waiting room was about half-filled with women of all ages, shapes, and sizes: a hugely pregnant teenager with a nauseous look on her face, a middle-aged mother with three rowdy children all scrambling for her attention, a plump, menopausal woman who looked like she was having a hot flash the way she was fanning herself with a magazine.   Rider was the only guy in attendance and his