“I left my purse at Trudy’s. You need my insurance information.”
“I’ll have one of the brothers bring it over. Go sit.”
Mumbling to herself about arrogant men, she found two empty seats in the waiting room. There were only a couple of people waiting to be seen.
Gavin carried the clipboard over to her, and Ginny answered the questions as Gavin filled out the paperwork. They were finishing when Knox came in, carrying her purse and another clipboard. Taking a seat next to Gavin, Knox handed Ginny her purse. “I need to get a statement about what happened.”
Reaching into her purse for her insurance card, she handed it to Gavin. Jolting down the information, he then carried the clipboard back to the desk before returning.
Gavin wrote out a statement for her, describing what had taken place, when her name was called. As she stood, Gavin started to as well. “Stay and finish your statement. They’re not going to let you in the X-ray room,” she told him.
“I’ll find you when I’m done,” he agreed.
“No one is allowed back with the patients,” the nurse interjected. “I’ll keep you appraised of your wife’s status.”
Ginny gave Gavin a dirty look for telling the nurse that they were married, before she followed the nurse through a side door.
Escorted into a small curtained-off room with a hospital bed, the nurse nodded toward a hospital gown that was laying on the bedside table. “Go ahead and change into the gown. The doctor will be with you shortly.”
“Thank you.”
Ginny one-handedly managed to remove her clothes, and just as she sat on the bed the doctor came through the curtain.
“Mrs. James. I’m Dr. Griffin.”
“Ms. Bellamy,” Ginny corrected the female doctor coming to her side.
The doctor looked down at her clipboard in confusion. “Excuse me. I must have the wrong room. Let me check—”
“You have the right room but wrong last name,” Ginny verified. “My boyfriend filled out my paperwork. I’m afraid he put the cart before the horse. I’m sorry for the confusion.”
The attractive doctor maintained her professional behavior, yet Ginny could see curiosity glinting in her eyes. Placing the clipboard on the bedside table, the doctor began examining her arm. “Your chart shows your arm was hurt. How did the injury occur?”
“My arm was twisted behind my back when he fell, and I landed on top of him with my arm under me,” Ginny explained.
“Was the one who hurt you the same one who listed your name wrong?” The doctor’s tone grew serious. “I can put you in touch with a someone who can help if you’re in danger from your partner.”
“Gavin would never hurt me. If anything, he’s overprotective. If you can recommend someone to help me with that problem, that would be useful.”
The doctor’s professionalism broke as she laughed.
Ginny had taken an immediate liking to the doctor. She had the same gentle, caring attitude that Willa had. She placed her at Winter’s age, yet the woman didn’t look like either woman. The doctor was barely over five feet, Ginny guessed, with her brown hair pulled back. The most prominent feature on her face were the large glasses she wore.
“Then who hurt your arm?”
“A car thief.” Ginny left out the intent behind the crime. “He was trying to steal a friend’s car.”
“This happened in Treepoint?”
“A few miles from here.”
“First one I’ve heard about here since I’ve been here. Nothing goes on here other than the deputy who’s made it his life’s mission to catch every speeder in town, and one of the nurses told me there is a motorcycle club, but I haven’t seen anyone I would consider a biker in the two weeks I’ve been here. My brother used to ride a motorcycle. I’ll have to ask if he still does.”
“Oh … they’re around.” Ginny hid her amusement. “You’ll probably run into one of them sooner or later.”
The doctor picked up her clipboard. “We’ll have to get an X-ray of your arm. I’ll come back when I receive the results. Is there any chance you are pregnant?”
“No. I thought it may be possible, but I got my period this morning.”
“I’ll order a pregnancy test, just to be certain, before you go to X-ray. Many women experience a light period during the early stages of their pregnancies.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll send the nurse in with the test.”
“Thanks.”
“It was nice meeting you, Ginny. We’ll have you on your way soon. Have you made a report to the sheriff’s office about your injury and attempted car theft?”
“My boyfriend is making the report to the sheriff in the waiting room.”
“Good. I hope the carjacker didn’t get away?”
“No, he didn’t. The deputy you were talking about took care of him.”
“That’s good to know. Greer caught him?”
“Yes.”
“He’s given me three tickets. I’m sad to say I underestimated his ability. I thought he was just being a pain to fill his quota.”
Ginny couldn’t let the doctor leave without giving her the full truth. Treepoint was a small town. It was only a matter of time before someone told the doctor about him.
“Greer doesn’t have quotas to fill. He just enjoys being a jerk.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ginny studied the hand-drawn map in her good hand as she walked along the stakes and strings that Gavin had used to mark where their house would be built. Shamelessly playing the sympathy card a day after having a gun pointed at her head and having her arm sprained, she took full advantage of the men trying to please her.
“Well? Is this how you want it?” Gavin asked.
Ginny lowered the map, biting her lip in indecision. “I’m thinking. Are you happy with the layout?”
“I’ve been happy with the last three of your plans. That didn’t stop you from changing your mind.”
“There’re too many plans to choose from.” She pulled out her phone. “How do you think this one would look?”
Silas, Isaac, and Matthew all groaned when she showed them the next plan she was considering.
Stepping over one of the strings, Gavin gave her brothers a quelling look before taking the phone and studying the plans. “You said you wanted a one story. This plan has two.”
Ginny settled her sling more comfortably on her shoulder. “This would give us a larger master bedroom.”
“You can have a larger master bedroom with the plan we’ve already staked out. We won’t need four bedrooms, anyway. Three spare bedrooms are more than enough. You have enough family living nearby, and any extra guests can stay with them or at the club.”
Ginny took her phone back from Gavin and walked around the area that had been marked off as the four men watched her.
“You could half the size of the laundry room,” Silas suggested. “It would be the size of the one in my house, and it would be next to the master bedroom, which would be convenient when you have children.”
“I’ve always wanted a big laundry room, with a folding table that can be used as a craft table,” she said wistfully.