Diagnosis: Expecting Boss's Baby. Jacqueline Diamond
stopped when they turned right into the East Wing and came within earshot of other people. The workmen sat eating their sack lunches amid piles of sawdust and lumber, so there was no racket from the high-power saws.
On the other side of the foyer, clients were arriving and departing at the radiology department, which provided outpatient mammograms, ultrasounds and X rays. There were also visitors to the laboratory, which lay between radiology and the work zone, and which usually caught the brunt of the noise. After the reconstruction began, some wag had dubbed the area No Man’s Lab.
As Natalie and Patrick stepped out of the elevator on the second floor, she saw through the doorway that someone was waiting beside her desk. As they approached, the visitor stood up.
A tall woman with ash-blond hair and blue eyes much like Natalie’s, she wore a too-short skirt and a top that failed to cover her navel. It was Candy, her oldest sister.
She rarely popped into Natalie’s life except to ask for a favor. Heaven knew what kind of fix she’d gotten herself into this time.
If only Patrick would bowl right into his office without noticing her! She wasn’t that lucky, however.
Hurrying toward them, Candy grabbed Natalie’s arm. “Sis, I’ve got to talk to you.” She stared at Patrick. “Who’s this? Are you a doctor?”
“Yes, I am,” he said.
“What kind?”
He blinked, a bit taken aback by her brashness. “A pediatrician.”
“Too bad,” she said. “Nat, I’ve absolutely got to have liposuction.”
“We can talk about this some other time.” Natalie squirmed. “Candy, I’m working.”
“I know that!” Her sister tightened her grip on Natalie’s arm. “I’ve got a shot at a swimsuit-modeling job next month. Have you tried on one of those new suits? Never mind, you’re only twenty-nine. Wait’ll you’re…thirty.” She’d just knocked three years off her age. “Now here’s what I want you to do.”
Patrick stood listening, making no move to go into his office. Judging by his expression, he was either shocked or fascinated by this strange creature.
Until now, Natalie had managed to avoid exposing him to her overbearing sister. Her luck had finally run out. She could only stand there and hope the racket downstairs would resume and be loud enough to drown Candy out.
ALTHOUGH HE’D WORKED with Nat for five years, Patrick hadn’t met any of her family until this past weekend. They were proving to be an interesting bunch.
“My insurance won’t cover liposuction and I can’t afford it on a night clerk’s salary,” Candy continued. “But you work at a medical center! You can find out how to fudge the paperwork so I can make the liposuction look like another kind of operation, something that’s covered.”
“That’s fraud,” Natalie said.
“Everybody does it,” scoffed her sister.
“Besides, the doctors at our clinics don’t perform liposuctions,” she said.
“Well, not Dr. Pedes here, obviously.” The woman pronounced it Peeds, as in Pediatrics. Patrick had to subdue a chuckle at being so casually dismissed, when most people treated physicians with excessive deference. “Maybe one of the doctors can perform some minor surgery on me and suck out the fat while he’s at it.”
“It doesn’t work that way,” Natalie said. “Candy, I’m not going to help you cheat your insurance company, and no ethical doctor would perform unnecessary surgery.”
“It is necessary! If I can’t get myself in shape in a hurry, I’m out of a career,” Candy protested, flinging back her long hair.
“How much does this operation cost?” Natalie asked.
“A couple of thousand dollars.”
“I’ll lend it to you,” she said. “But you’re paying me back in installments, starting next month.”
“All right.” Her sister made a face. “Although I think you’re being a chump. All you have to do is help and we could arrange this for free.”
“No.”
“It’s your money,” Candy said.
“On loan!”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll let you know the exact amount when I get the surgery scheduled. Nice to meet you, Doc.”
“Nice meeting you, too,” Patrick said. Remembering how much work he had to do, he escaped to his office.
Before he closed the door, he heard Natalie’s sister say, “Hey, is that guy your boss?”
“Yes.”
“He’s got a great bod,” was the response.
Patrick thought he heard his secretary groan. He was more grateful than ever that his own ultra-dependable sister made his life easier, not more complicated.
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