Regency Romance: An Intriguing Invitation (Historical Billionaire Military Romance) (19th Century Victorian Romance) by Sarah Thorn Page A
Authors: Sarah Thorn
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leaving.
''Here she is,'' Gretta said thankfully. ''Tonya, Mrs. Bain here says she has an appointment this morning, but I can't find it anywhere in the system.''
''Hi Mrs. Bain. How are you?'' Tonya asked.
''I need to see the doctor about my, you know what,'' Mrs. Bain whispered.
Tonya knew very well what Mrs. Bain was referring to . Mrs. Bain was a regular because she had the worst case of bunions any doctor at the surgery had ever seen.
''No Mrs. Bain, your appointment is for tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.''
''Does that mean I've got to come back again? It's such a nuisance. I can hardly walk.''
''I'll see what I can do, Mrs. Bain. Bear with me a moment.''
Mrs. Bain, who was around eighty and bent double, looked at Gretta. ''She's a good receptionist is our Tonya. Without her this practice would collapse,'' she said.
Gretta was just eighteen, the daughter of one of the town's mayor. She'd decided to spend the summer getting some work experience by assisting Tonya on reception.
''Alright Mrs. Bain, Doctor Aldroyd will see you. He can squeeze you in before morning surgery.''
''Oh but he's such a bore. Isn't there anybody else?'' Mrs. Bain complained.
''I'm afraid it's either Doctor Aldroyd or a trip back here tomorrow,'' Tonya answered. ''Hurry up, though, the waiting room will be filling up soon.'' Mrs. Bain shuffled from the reception area and sat down in the waiting room next door.
''Sorry I'm late Gretta. Was she horrible to you?''
''No. She was fine .''
''We have a lot of patients and a few of them can be very awkward. But you'll get used to dealing with different kinds of people soon enough.''
Tonya sat down behind the reception desk which was made of wood and metal and painted a gaudy shade of green. It was seven minutes past seven in the morning. Surgery began at seven thirty and Tonya looked to see which doctors were on duty that day. Dr. Aldroyd, Dr. Day and Dr. Crosby. Five minutes later a steady stream of patients began to come into reception. She took their names and referred them to the waiting room.
At ten Tonya's cell phone rang. On the display, she could see that it was her mother. She answered nervously.
''Hi honey,'' her mom said. ''I'm afraid it's not good news. It's cancer again.''
Tonya felt herself welling up. Cancer was a word that struck into her heart like a rod of hot steel. ''Oh mom. How can that be? Are they sure?''
''I'm afraid so.''
Tonya felt sick. Her mother had been in and out of hospital for a couple of years with various complaints, but breast cancer was the most serious of them. She'd had a small operation to remove a lump six months ago, and now it would appear to have returned.
''I don't know what to say, mom. We'll just have to fight it again.''
Tonya's mom wasn't old. She was only forty-five, Tonya was twenty-two.''Listen I'll try and come home early, okay?''
''Alright my love. See you later.''
Tonya put her phone down and stood up. ''Gretta, can you take over for a while. I need some fresh air.''
Outside, she found a corner in the yard, crouched down and let the tears flow. After a while, she felt in her skirt pocket for a tissue and was dismayed to find she didn't have one. As she walked back to the surgery door, Dr. Crosby came out, presumably on his way to see bed-bound patients.
At just thirty-three, Dr. Crosby owned several medical facilities, many pieces of real estate and a sixty-foot yacht. He was at a point in his life where he didn't have to work, but he enjoyed contact with patients and continued to work as a doctor at his facility. He also happened to be the best-looking doctor the ladies of Sandpoint had ever seen. He was tall and dark with tanned skin and a perfect body. He was always pleasant to Tonya, but she was wary of him, he liked his own way. Tonya didn't know, but he had the hots for her. She was exactly his type. Leggy, slim and blonde with large breasts.
''Tonya, are you okay? You look dreadful,'' he said when he saw her smeared
''Here she is,'' Gretta said thankfully. ''Tonya, Mrs. Bain here says she has an appointment this morning, but I can't find it anywhere in the system.''
''Hi Mrs. Bain. How are you?'' Tonya asked.
''I need to see the doctor about my, you know what,'' Mrs. Bain whispered.
Tonya knew very well what Mrs. Bain was referring to . Mrs. Bain was a regular because she had the worst case of bunions any doctor at the surgery had ever seen.
''No Mrs. Bain, your appointment is for tomorrow morning at eight o'clock.''
''Does that mean I've got to come back again? It's such a nuisance. I can hardly walk.''
''I'll see what I can do, Mrs. Bain. Bear with me a moment.''
Mrs. Bain, who was around eighty and bent double, looked at Gretta. ''She's a good receptionist is our Tonya. Without her this practice would collapse,'' she said.
Gretta was just eighteen, the daughter of one of the town's mayor. She'd decided to spend the summer getting some work experience by assisting Tonya on reception.
''Alright Mrs. Bain, Doctor Aldroyd will see you. He can squeeze you in before morning surgery.''
''Oh but he's such a bore. Isn't there anybody else?'' Mrs. Bain complained.
''I'm afraid it's either Doctor Aldroyd or a trip back here tomorrow,'' Tonya answered. ''Hurry up, though, the waiting room will be filling up soon.'' Mrs. Bain shuffled from the reception area and sat down in the waiting room next door.
''Sorry I'm late Gretta. Was she horrible to you?''
''No. She was fine .''
''We have a lot of patients and a few of them can be very awkward. But you'll get used to dealing with different kinds of people soon enough.''
Tonya sat down behind the reception desk which was made of wood and metal and painted a gaudy shade of green. It was seven minutes past seven in the morning. Surgery began at seven thirty and Tonya looked to see which doctors were on duty that day. Dr. Aldroyd, Dr. Day and Dr. Crosby. Five minutes later a steady stream of patients began to come into reception. She took their names and referred them to the waiting room.
At ten Tonya's cell phone rang. On the display, she could see that it was her mother. She answered nervously.
''Hi honey,'' her mom said. ''I'm afraid it's not good news. It's cancer again.''
Tonya felt herself welling up. Cancer was a word that struck into her heart like a rod of hot steel. ''Oh mom. How can that be? Are they sure?''
''I'm afraid so.''
Tonya felt sick. Her mother had been in and out of hospital for a couple of years with various complaints, but breast cancer was the most serious of them. She'd had a small operation to remove a lump six months ago, and now it would appear to have returned.
''I don't know what to say, mom. We'll just have to fight it again.''
Tonya's mom wasn't old. She was only forty-five, Tonya was twenty-two.''Listen I'll try and come home early, okay?''
''Alright my love. See you later.''
Tonya put her phone down and stood up. ''Gretta, can you take over for a while. I need some fresh air.''
Outside, she found a corner in the yard, crouched down and let the tears flow. After a while, she felt in her skirt pocket for a tissue and was dismayed to find she didn't have one. As she walked back to the surgery door, Dr. Crosby came out, presumably on his way to see bed-bound patients.
At just thirty-three, Dr. Crosby owned several medical facilities, many pieces of real estate and a sixty-foot yacht. He was at a point in his life where he didn't have to work, but he enjoyed contact with patients and continued to work as a doctor at his facility. He also happened to be the best-looking doctor the ladies of Sandpoint had ever seen. He was tall and dark with tanned skin and a perfect body. He was always pleasant to Tonya, but she was wary of him, he liked his own way. Tonya didn't know, but he had the hots for her. She was exactly his type. Leggy, slim and blonde with large breasts.
''Tonya, are you okay? You look dreadful,'' he said when he saw her smeared
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