Dr. Sam to the rescue!

Chapter 27 of Remy’s story comes to us from RC Bonitz, author of A BLANKET FOR HER HEART, A LITTLE BIT OF BLACKMAIL, and the recently released sequel A LITTLE BIT OF BABY. Find buy links at http://www.rcbonitz.com

Next week’s chapter will come from Val Muller, author of the Corgi Capers mystery series for young detectives and For Whom My Heart Beats Eternal, a time travel trio. Find out more at www.valmuller.com.

The Spot Writers’ blogs appear at the end of this story. Don’t forget to check them out.


Chapter 27

Remy did her best to remain calm and professional as the afternoon patients came and went, but it was hard. Dr. Sam tried to play it cool too, but his eyes twinkled every time he looked at her. He was clearly in a tizzy and her heart reacted, beating harder and faster as the day went along. Until four o’clock.

A patient entered the waiting room, Mrs. Timmons, a tiny ancient woman who’d been a regular patient for quite some time. Remy barely said hello when the door slammed wide open and Jeremy strutted in with a savage scowl on his face.

“There you are. You ignored my texts all day,” he growled.

“I’m working, Jeremy. I can’t deal with you now.” Remy said as calmly as she could.

“Like hell. Come with me. Now!” he barked as she took a step back.

“What’s wrong with you? Calm down,” she hissed, backing up against the wall.

“We need to get you fitted for a ring. I can’t wait any longer!”

His face had contorted into a mask of rage, and Remy trembled at the sight of him. Mrs. Timmons and Irene stared at him in petrified horror.

Remy took a deep breath and shook her head. “I can’t help you with Barbara. I’m not going to pretend we’re getting married.”

“Who’s pretending? Come on,” he roared and reached to grab her arm. He staggered and she realized he was drunk again.

“Please leave Jeremy, or I’ll call the police,” she snapped, trying to sound strong and brave- and surprising herself by the fierce tone in her own voice.

He reached for her again and she heard the door to the inner office open.

“Get lost jerk.”

The voice was Dr. Sam’s and it had a hard grating quality to it that drew Jeremy’s attention.

“Bug off, bud. This is between me and Remy,” Jeremy snarled.

“Sorry, wrong answer. Now get out of here before we call the police like the lady said,” Dr. Sam said, sounding totally cool but in control.

“Bug off,” Jeremy said again and stumbled forward to wrap his hand around Remy’s wrist.

He never closed his grip. Sam’s fist connected with his jaw and Jeremy collapsed in a heap at his feet.

Remy gasped. Jeremy groaned and rubbed his chin.

“Hooray!” cried Mrs. Timmons.

Sam brushed his other hand across his knuckles and grinned at Remy. “Sorry about that. I’m usually civilized.”

“You hit him,” Remy mumbled, unable to turn her eyes away from his.

“He was about to grab you. He might have hurt you.”

“I know,” Remy murmured. Her heart melted.


The Spot Writers- our members:

RC Bonitz

Val Muller

Catherine A. MacKenzie

Deborah Dera

Jessica Degarmo





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