Redemption Road (Vicious Cycle #2)(7)

As I started to make a note in the dog’s chart, something caught my eye that made the rising apprehension fade and had me biting back a smile: “Mrs. Greene needs to be reminded that Herschel should not be fed high-fat treats like cake. Otherwise, no gastrointestinal problems can be found after extensive barium testing.”

Glancing up at Mrs. Greene, I nodded. “Let me get Herschel’s temperature and weight, and then one of the doctors will be in to see you.”

“Herschel sure does like that Dr. Jenkins.”

I smiled as I prepared the rectal thermometer. “Yes, Dr. Jenkins has a great bedside manner.” After I realized that I sounded partial, I quickly replied, “Of course, doctors Santini and Baldwin do as well.”

“Yes, but Dr. Jenkins is awfully handsome, isn’t he?”

Her words caused me to freeze just before I violated Herschel with the thermometer. When I looked up at her, she gave me a knowing smile and then a wink. “Um, yes, I do suppose he’s handsome.” I quickly focused my attention on taking Herschel’s temperature, which earned a yelp from the bulldog. Once the reading had been made, I said, “One hundred and one on the dot.” When I met Mrs. Greene’s apprehensive gaze, I smiled. “That’s absolutely perfect.”

She exhaled a relieved breath. “I’m glad to hear it.”

After getting a reluctant Herschel on the scales, I recorded his weight. “It’ll just be a moment for one of the doctors.”

“Thank you, Miss . . .?”

“Percy. I’m Annabel Percy.”

“A lovely name for a lovely girl.”

Now it was my turn to say thanks. Then I told her, “Be right back.” Just as I started out the door, I literally ran into Dr. Jenkins. “Oomph,” he muttered as I slammed into his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” I said.

He chuckled. “It’s okay, Annabel. I was actually coming to look for you.”

My brows shot up in surprise. “You were?”

“I have a potential sedation case for vaccines. I was wondering if you could work your magic.”

“Um, I can try.”

“I would appreciate it, and I’m sure the owner would as well.”

As I followed him down the hallway, I couldn’t help feeling slightly empowered that Dr. Jenkins had sought me out. At the previous place where I’d worked, they jokingly called me the Pet Whisperer for my ability to calm animals down. Although I was often asked what my secret was, I wasn’t actually aware of anything special that I did. I just seemed to connect with them when they were afraid or in pain.

When I entered the exam room, a kind-looking golden retriever was backed into the corner. At the sight of Dr. Jenkins and me, he bared his teeth and growled. Without another word from Dr. Jenkins, I went over to the dog and crouched down on his level. When I met his wary but aggressive gaze, I held it. Silently, I willed him to be calm, to relax, and to trust the doctor.

As the dog continued holding my stare, Dr. Jenkins picked up the syringes on the exam table and then slowly walked around to the dog’s back flank. He was able to administer the shots without a growl or even a whimper from the animal. When the doctor was done, the dog backed away.

Tentatively, I reached out my hand. After the dog sniffed it, I started to pat the top of his head. His tail wagged appreciatively. “There. You’re all done.”

“That’s amazing,” the owner said, wide-eyed.

Dr. Jenkins smiled. “It certainly is. I’ve never seen anyone with such a gift.”

Like a true redhead, I wore my embarrassment on my cheeks. “I’m just glad I could help.”

After seeing a handful of four-legged patients, it was time to leave for the day. Grabbing my purse, I headed to the door, only to find Dr. Jenkins blocking my exit.

He gave me a genuine smile. “Annabel, I just wanted to say thank you again for today. You have become such an asset to this practice.”

I fought hard not to start blushing again. “Thank you, Dr. Jenkins. It means a lot to hear you say that.”

“Josh,” he said. “You can call me Josh.”

With a smile, I replied, “Thank you, Josh.”

We stood in an awkward silence as we seemed to tiptoe along the line of whether to continue being professional or shift into more personal territory. It had been this way almost since the day I first met Josh Jenkins. He didn’t look at me the same way the other doctors did, and to be truthful, I looked at him differently, too.

Dr. Jenkins finally cleared his throat and stepped aside. “Well, uh, have a good evening.”

“Thank you. Same to you.”

Once I escaped through the door, I had to fight the urge to skip out to my car. All my life I had dreamed of becoming a veterinarian, much to the disapproval of my parents. Coming from a political family, they didn’t see how being a vet could benefit my father’s career or my future husband’s. It went without saying that said future husband would come from one of the finest social circles. My parents would have found my interest in Dr. Jenkins appalling.

I hadn’t been groomed for future political office like my older sister, Lenore. After graduating top of her class from Harvard Law, she would be the next senator or political representative from our family. Conversely, I was the pretty face whose soft-spoken charm was considered far more Jackie Kennedy than Hillary Clinton. In my parents’ eyes, my one goal in life should have been to marry well and offer support to my future husband’s political career.