Instant Gratification (Wilder #2)(26)

Emma did her best to hide her irritation at the “big city airs” comment. “Toe infections welcome.”

The woman, dark brunette, exotic and beautiful, laughed, a low husky sound that probably drew men like moths to a flame. “So it’s true then, you did actually find yourself a sharp wit. Thank God.”

When Emma just stared at her, her patient let out a breath. “You don’t remember me.”

“I remember you from the grocery store. You have a dislike for the Wilder brothers.”

“Ha! No, that’s actually not quite accurate. I had the great misfortune of loving one. But that’s another story altogether. I’m Serena Salvo, from your first grade class. Class bitch,” she clarified.

“The teacher’s pet,” Emma said, remembering now. “You were the one who always got to go out to recess first.”

“Ah, now it’s coming back to you.” She grimaced. “Remember, it was all a long time ago, right?”

A rush of childhood memories hit her. Emma had been the quiet bookworm, a nerd in-the-making, in a town that prized athletics over brains. Her school life had been hell. “You sat behind me and cut my ponytail off.”

“Okay now that was an accident,” Serena said over her shoulder as she limped toward the exam rooms.

“You lifted it up like a trophy and laughed.”

“Hello, first class bitch, remember? But if it helps, I’m extremely remorseful.”

“Only because you got caught.”

“Well that,” Serena agreed, preceding Emma into the first room. “And because I lost dance lessons for a month.”

“I looked like a boy for three months.” Emma sat on the doctor’s stool and began a new chart.

“Yeah.” Serena winced as she sat on the table. “Jeez, I was thinking you’d be over it by now, but just in case, I brought incentive.” She held up that delicious smelling bag. Wriggled it. “See? I’ve turned over a new leaf.”

“What is it with people bringing food instead of cash?”

“Oh, I have a checkbook, too. Now aren’t you glad to see me?”

Emma studied her face. She had been a beautiful little girl and that hadn’t changed. She’d been mean-spirited, and Emma hoped like hell that had changed. “You once ratted me out for copying, when it was you who copied. I lost hall monitor privileges.”

“Ah, so you still have the memory of an elephant. Excellent. Do you by any chance remember what happened to the pearl necklace I stole from my mother and lost right before Christmas vacation that year? She’s never forgiven me.”

Emma sighed again and guided Serena’s foot up to the table. “Your father was mayor. He was a nice man.”

“He had a heart attack and died when I was in fifth grade.”

“I’m very sorry.”

“He was screwing my teacher in the lunch room and the custodian found them. On second thought, that might be what my mother hasn’t forgiven me for.”

“How was that your fault?” Emma asked, horrified.

“My teacher.” Emma shrugged. “Who knows. Listen, make this toe thing painless, and I’ll keep you in brownies for the rest of the month.”

Emma blinked. “No promises about being nice?”

“Trust me, you’d rather have my brownies.”

“I don’t intend to be here that long, but I’ll do my best on the painless part.”

Spencer stuck his head in the exam room door. “Hey, Em. I’m going into town, need anything?”

“Yes. More patients.”

Spencer smiled, and looked at Serena. Predictably, he got that look in his eyes that all guys got in the presence of a gorgeous female who knew how gorgeous she was.

Serena waggled her fingers in his direction and he smiled. “See you later, Em.”

When he was gone, Serena waggled a brow. “Who’s the hottie?”

Emma looked at the closed door. “A friend.”

“He looks like Jack from Lost, which is to say hot as hell.”

“He’s not your type.”

“All men are my type. Is he yours?”

“That’s really none of your business.”

Serena grinned. “You know, I remember you being a sweet kid. You’ve grown claws. I like that.”

Emma examined Serena’s big toe. Classic ingrown toenail. “Yeah, well, you’re not going to like this.”

“Oh, shit. Okay, just do what you have to. I’ll do what I always do when I’m nervous. I’ll ramble. So. Did you miss this place? Is that why you’re back?”

“I came to help out my father.”

Serena hissed out a breath as Emma disinfected the toe and surrounding area. “So you didn’t miss us then.”

Actually, she had at first. Until her mother had given her all the things she hadn’t been able to have here; ballet lessons, science camp…

See, darling. Getting out of here was a good thing. You can thank me later.

Emma sighed. Sandy had worked hard, so hard, for years. Eventually she’d remarried though; a brain surgeon, one on the way up to Places That Were Important, and they’d been happy, though he’d been gone so much—working—that Emma hadn’t spent a lot of time with him. Or her real dad, for that matter.