The Promise (Thunder Point #5)(9)

Before finishing her tea and leaving Cooper’s, she met a couple more people from town—a Realtor, the caterer who supplied Cooper’s with deli items, the local sheriff’s deputy and, while crossing the beach she met the Great Dane, Hamlet, who was loath to be too far from Landon, Sarah’s brother, a handsome and athletic young man. The teenagers all said hello very briefly since they put their game on hold for the time it took her to pass. That enchanted her. Then she considered what a mess her life had to be for her to be that impressed by teenagers halting their ball-batting game while she passed.

It was four-thirty by the time she was parked back in front of the clinic. This time the waiting room held people—six of them. She walked up to the counter and once again, Devon stood. “Oops. I guess the doctor is busy,” Peyton observed.

“He’s with a patient and a few are waiting to see him, but depending on what you need, I can snag him for a minute.”

“Is it always this busy, so late in the day?” Peyton asked.

“There were two appointments for after work and a few walk-ins. This isn’t the case every day, but it’s not uncommon. Would you like his cell number?”

“Seriously? Isn’t that kind of...you know...a little too personal?”

Devon shook her head. “I think everyone in town has his cell number.”

“Oh, that’s scary.” Patients never had Ted’s cell number. They had to go through his service.

Peyton took a slip of paper off the counter and scribbled on it. Three months? “Give him this note. He has my cell number from the résumé. I’m afraid that’s the only commitment I can make at this time. And I’d also need time to find somewhere to live around here. Ask him to let me know if he’s interested.”

Devon grinned hugely. “I’m so glad, Peyton. I have a good feeling about this. I look forward to working with you. And you might want to give this woman a call,” she said, scribbling on a sticky note. “She’s our local Realtor and is really good at finding hard-to-find rental property.”

That coaxed a smile out of Peyton. “I met Ray Anne at Cooper’s. I have her card.”

“Kismet,” Devon said.

Peyton thought Devon was a darling girl. She turned to go, then turned back. “Can I ask a question? I hope it’s not too personal. You’ll tell me if it is. I went out to Cooper’s to enjoy the ocean, and I met a few people—one of them was your intended, Spencer.”

“You did? Oh, good! Isn’t he the most handsome, wonderful man?”

Peyton tilted her head and gave a brief nod. “He seems to be, as a matter of fact. I also met Cooper and Sarah and some old guy who didn’t introduce himself.”

“Rawley. He was taking Mercy fishing off the dock today.”

“Yes, I saw her. And the boy, Austin, who he said was Cooper’s son?”

“That’s right.”

“But you said he was Spencer’s son,” she said. “I’m just a little...”

“Cooper is his biological father. Spencer is his stepfather. Austin’s mother passed away about a year ago. Spencer was the only father Austin had known, so they moved here so Cooper could be more involved. Oh, and to take the job as athletic director and coach at the high school. Some angel was definitely smiling on me.”

“That explains it.”

Devon laughed. “As soon as you start here, we’ll get you a program.”

* * *

It was five-thirty before Scott came up for air and the last person had left the clinic. He was making notes in a chart when he looked up to see Devon standing in the doorway. “I bet you’re ready to get out of here,” he said.

“I’m fine. Spencer and Rawley have been entertaining the kids this afternoon. But I wanted to be sure to tell you—Peyton stopped by. She left a note.” She presented it to him. “She said that’s all the commitment she can make at this time.”

“Well, it offers some help and time to look around for someone more permanent.”

“Maybe she’ll like it here,” Devon said.

“Don’t count on it, Devon. She’s sought after. She could name her price in a lot of clinics or practices. Doctors fight over PAs of her caliber and start bidding wars. I really didn’t expect her to take even a temporary job here on the salary I offered her.”

“Then why would she?”

“I think Thunder Point is a place holder while she decides where she’s going next, for a great deal more money. And prestige.”

“Why wouldn’t she just go somewhere else now, then?”

“Because she’s clever. She’ll research, take her time, choose well, negotiate a terrific package.”

“Hmph,” Devon said. “You could be wrong.”

“Could be,” he said. “But I bet I’m not. Give her a call, will you? Tell her we’ll be happy to take her offer when she’s available and for the three months she suggested. Ask her if she can call with her start date when she knows it.”

“I wish you’d be more positive,” Devon said. “This could be perfect.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I’m thrilled to have someone of Peyton’s experience on board,” he said. “But why would anyone in their right mind go to work for less than half the salary they could receive in other practices or hospitals?”