My Kind Of Christmas Part 9

She walked across the street to him. "You got your ride," he said.

"I did. Is Uncle Jack still watching me?"

"Oh, yes," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and laughing a little. "He's going to be a problem, isn't he?"

"Completely."

"How would you like to handle that?" Patrick asked.

"Do you think if we ignore him, he'll go away?"

"I have my doubts," Patrick said. "He's a little on the grouchy side."

"So are you," she pointed out.

"Aw, I'm coming around. He isn't going to beat me up, is he?"

"If he does, I'll never speak to him again and, trust me, that would sting. I'm his favorite. He doesn't admit that because he has a whole flock of nieces, but I am his favorite. But I'm getting a little bored with this-he's treating me like a twelve-year-old virgin."

Patrick risked his life by fingering a strand of her hair and slipping it behind her ear. "You're not, are you?"

Here's where Angie might have a little trouble. She was smart, but she wasn't worldly. Especially with men. One of her regrets, actually. She was twenty-three and she'd had a couple of boyfriends and only one had been semiserious. Oh, Alex had been serious to her, but apparently he hadn't been serious about her. She just shook her head and said, "I told you, I'm twenty-three."

"I see," he said. "That was obviously half an answer."

"The whole answer is no."

He laughed at her and asked, "What are your plans for the weekend?"

"Tree decorating. And then since everyone is in town for the tree, Mel is going to give me an orientation at the clinic today so that Monday morning I can start helping her out. That's about it."

"I have an idea. Why don't you come to my place tonight. I'll cook."

"Dinner?" she asked. "Did you just invite me to dinner?"

"I did. I'm going to try to make up for being so unfriendly-I'm actually a nice guy. Too old for you, but nice. I'm going into Fortuna to get a few things-I make a mean chili and it'll taste good on a cold night. But if you say yes, I want you to tell Jack where you're going to be and that you'll be perfectly safe with that dangerous Riordan." He laughed and added, "I should've known this would happen-my brothers haven't all been easygoing. I got a reputation by a.s.sociation. So, any interest in a bowl of chili and a fire?"

"Do you have saltines? And shredded cheddar?"

"I will have. Will you tell your uncle?"

She shook her head. "Nope. But I'll tell Mel so if he's looking for me, she can keep him under control."

"I'm serious, Angie-you'll be in good hands. I'll treat you like the little sister I never had."

She smirked and said, "Sounds very exciting. I can hardly wait. What time?"

Later that afternoon Mel gave Angie a tour of the clinic, which was in an old house that had belonged to the town doctor before he died. He had willed it to Mel. The living room functioned as the waiting room and was decorated like someone's grandmother's living room. The dining room was the reception center and file storage. Downstairs also held the kitchen, two small exam/treatment rooms and a little office. Upstairs were a couple of bedrooms-one made up as a hospital room, one for a doctor or pract.i.tioner staying overnight, plus a roomy bathroom. Mel showed her where all the supplies were, where the drugs and treatment kits were kept and showed her how to operate the rather old-fashioned autoclaves for sterilizing.

"I love this," Angie said.

"We could use a lot of updating, but we're a poor town. Our ace in the hole is the ambulance, which allows us to transport patients to better facilities if necessary."

"I think it's wonderful. Do you know what a town in Ethiopia would give for something this grand?"

Mel was stopped in her tracks, focused on Angie's face. "Hey. What's going on with you? That was a pretty interesting comment."

"Nothing much," she said. "I just think this is-"

"Bulls.h.i.t. I see those wheels turning. Talk to me."

"I don't know. It's just that...I'm having a hard time seeing myself as one of the doctors who treated me. I mean, they were all incredible and there's no question they saved my life. But it made me wonder-what happens to people who don't have UCLA Medical? After the experience I just had, shouldn't I be ten times as inspired to get back to med school? And yet... Well, that's what I've been thinking about. I'll figure it out."

Mel smiled softly. "I've only known you for five years, yet in that short time I've grown accustomed to the way you think out of the box."

"But look at this place, Mel-you make a difference here, I know it. When people come here who don't have money or insurance, they get the help they need. Don't they?"

"We can't do everything, but they get our best."

"And I've heard you say-sometimes you're paid in eggs."

She laughed. "We're paid in very interesting ways. One very darling lady from back in the mountains fancies herself a well-known psychic-she offered to pay me by telling me my future."

Angie gasped. "What is in your future?"

"I can only guess! My past is shocking enough-why would I want to know my future?"

"But what if it's only wonderful?"

"Then it will still be wonderful when it gets here. Ange, I wouldn't go to a psychic. I have enough to worry about."

"But I hear they never tell you the bad stuff!"

"Really?" Mel asked with raised brow. "Then what's the point? If they don't tell you what to look out for, what's the good of hearing about that stuff that will work out just fine, anyway?"

"Oh, there's so much more to it! I love the idea of a psychic! Maybe I'll go-do you still have your freebie?"

"I might, but I don't know..."

"Well, never mind. I have something to tell you." A slight blush crept up her cheeks as she said, "I'm going to be having dinner with Patrick Riordan tonight. He's going to cook for us. He insisted I tell Uncle Jack where I'd be and with whom, just in case there's some worry. But I'm not telling Uncle Jack-he's gone a little around the bend where I'm concerned. So I'm telling you."

"Oh, gee, thanks. I just love being the one to keep secrets from Jack," she said with a roll of her eyes.

Angie laughed. "If you sense Jack getting worked up about where I am, you can tell him."

"So things are getting interesting between you and Patrick?" Mel asked.