Page 15 of Daddy to Go
I burst into laughter. It was a nice surprise that she had such a good sense of humor. She was strong yet fragile, confident yet not enough to be conceited in any way. It was amazing.
“I’m assuming toothless hookers are easy to find here?”
She nodded with a knowing face. “Oh sure. That’s like pretty much seventy percent of the community.”
“Noted,” I said seriously.
She smiled at me and nodded toward the door.
“Go. Do your job. Save lives. Kiss babies. Plant a tree.”
Laughing again, I hurried back over and kissed her on the cheek.
“I don’t know what they teach you out here, but we should have a conversation tonight about what doctors are supposed to be.”
Jokingly she nodded.
“You mean your lawn guy shouldn’t also be the mayor, and your father’s proctologist too? Who would have known?”
I left the room with a smile on my face, waving a last goodbye. The day was long and there were a lot of people to be seen, and yet I couldn’t wait. The hours passed in a blur.
Around three the receptionist came up to me, handing me a piece of paper. She looked slightly perplexed. “There was a call for you. The woman said to just call her Toothless. You’re to meet at Vincent’s Pizzeria at seven, and she said that you can ask anybody in Farmington and we’ll direct you to Vincent’s.”
I took the paper, pressing my lips together trying to hold in the chuckles. Abby’s sense of humor was sensational.
“Is it true? Everyone knows where Vincent’s is?”
The receptionist laughed and swatted me in the arm.
“You’re so funny. Good job today, we’re almost at the finish line.”
She walked off and I looked around, perplexed. She didn’t actually tell me where it was. In fact, her response was slightly odd. Alex walked up and slapped a file into my hand. “Isabella Rogers, twenty-six, six months pregnant. She’s here with her husband, Everett, and he looks nervous.”
She went to walk off but I reached out, tapping her arm.
“Do you know where Vincent’s is?”
Alex blinked at me for a moment and then giggled.
“Of course, I do. Silly question.”
She shook her head and walked off leaving me there, yet again, unsure of what had just happened. And no more the wiser on where Vincent’s Pizzeria was. Didn’t matter because I would ask the hotel. I was pretty sure they wouldn’t call me silly. At least I hoped not.
I sighed and headed in to deal with Ms. Rogers and her husband. When I finally finished for the day, I wasted no time zooming out. I only had an hour to get home, get changed, and find this infamous Vincent’s before I was late for my date. The last thing I wanted was to make Abby think I was standing her up.
As I reached the penthouse floor, the elevator opened into the hall. A bell boy was coming back the other direction. I stopped him for a moment.
“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know where Vincent’s is?”
He looked at me for a second and then laughed, slapping me on the shoulder. “You’re already fitting in. Of course, I do. Silly question.”
I stood there flummoxed as he walked off. I was starting to think that I was being punked. Letting it go, I hurried into the penthouse and took a quick shower, letting the steam fill up the marble space.
Jumping out of the shower I threw on a pair of jeans and a blue button down. Using the hairdryer in the bathroom I tousled my hair back and forth and then spritzed on some cologne. Standing in front of the mirror I smiled at myself. Hopefully Abby would find me as hot in real life as she did at the doctor’s office. I had been in situations before where a girl was all about me in scrubs but as a normal guy, I wasn’t nearly as impressive.
I blamed the television dramas for that one. Making every doctor a handsome god who worked miracles every day was just crazy. In reality, it’s a whole lot of messy body fluids, embarrassed girls, and birth control talk. Even when Ididwork at a hospital, there weren’t many lifesaving moments, or at least not dramatic ones where I had to perform surgery in an old warehouse during a hurricane with a chisel and handheld saw.
Leaving the penthouse, I headed down to the front desk.