Page 64 of Saving Soul

Her words did nothing to calm the impending storm of doubt closing in on me.

“Even if he doesn’t show, you’re still coming to the wedding.” She tipped the bottle into Harrison’s mouth. “That dress needs to be worn.”

Liam’s eyes softened as they turned my way. “If my grandson proves to be a fool, perhaps you could ask Marc.”

“Ask me what?” The doctor strolled into the room, donning his gorgeous smile.

My cheeks seared instantly. “Oh, nothing,” I said, shooting Josie a pleading glare.

“Oh…um…Cassidy…isn’t feeling well.”

“Oh, that’s no good.” Marc’s brown eyes stayed with mine. “Why don’t you wait in your bedroom, and I’ll have a look at you after I’m done here?”

“It’s okay.” I forced a smile through my embarrassment. “I’m fine. Really.”

“We can’t have Liam catching any bugs…no matter how small.”

“Doctor’s orders, Cass,” Josie sang out from the couch.

My mouth parted, but nothing came out. I didn’t want Marc thinking I’d risk Liam’s health, so I yielded. “Fine, but I can assure you, it’s nothing.” With a huff, I marched out of the room, narrowing my gaze at Josie’s growing smile before disappearing out the door.

An hour later, there was a soft knock at my bedroom door. Thinking I’d heard the helicopter land moments prior, part of me hoped Adam was waiting on the other side.

The thought of going to a strangers wedding on my own had my stomach churning. I was already rummaging up a million excuses as to why I couldn’t go and was seriously thinking about convincing Marc I was really sick to get out of it. But then I’d be barred from seeing Liam, and I wouldn’t accept that.

Holding my breath, I opened the door to find Marc standing in the hallway, wearing a sheepish grin. My gaze lingered over the stethoscope hanging around his neck, and my heart quickened. He really was the perfect catch. Cleanly shaven, perfectly combed-back hair, caring profession…perhaps Ishouldask him to the wedding.

“May I come in?” he asked when I said nothing.

I cleared my throat. “Of course.” I opened the door to let him through. “But I’m feeling fine, honestly.”

“Doesn’t hurt to be sure.” Marc placed his bag at the end of my bed and opened it to retrieve a blood pressure pump and tongue depressor.

“Fine.” I plonked myself beside his equipment and peered up at him. “How do you want me?” As the suggestive words registered in my brain, my eyes bulged. “I mean, what do you need me to do?”Kill me now.

Unperturbed, he reached for my arm. “I’m just going to check your blood pressure.”

“Oh, okay.” I blew out a shaky breath as he wrapped up my arm and pumped. “What’s the update on Liam?” I asked, desperate to fill the awkward silence between us.

“He’s doing great, considering,” he said, seemingly happy with my blood pressure reading. “He may even last beyond Christmas at this rate.”

I smiled. “The family will be happy to hear that.”

With a nod, Marc checked my ears, then told me to open my mouth.

“I’m sorry. I probably have bad breath.” I grimaced. “I had tuna for lunch.”

His shook his head with a chuckle. “I’m sure it’s fine—whoa!”

As his head recoiled from mine, I snapped my mouth shut, mortified.

“I’m joking, Cassidy!” Marc’s laughter filled the room. “You smell fine.”

I poked his arm with flaring eyes. “Marc!”

“I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist.” His features softened as he sunk onto the bed beside me. “I’m not used to my patients being so young…and pretty.”

“Well, I’m not used to my doctors looking like…like you.”