21
WHITLEY
“Dr. Bowen,” the receptionist called, stepping into my office, “your fiancé is here.”
Her cheeks dimpled with excitement, and she looked a little dazed. Gavin must have worked his charm on her.
“Thank you, Lucinda. I’ll be right out.”
I put off what I had been working on, grabbed my purse, and stepped into the hallway. My boss, Dr. Kevin Varma, entered from the next office over.
“What is this I hear? He’s here? Do I get to meet the fiancé finally?”
“He’s here,” I confirmed. “Try not to scare him away.”
Varma laughed. “I haven’t scared away any of my sons-in-law, and this one will be as good as my son as well. As you are my daughter by everything but birth.”
I glowed at that assessment. It was one of the reasons that I’d moved home. Yes, he was paying me an astronomical
