“Eh, I’m passable,” she replied. She suddenly realized she had the urge to smile. When was the last time that happened? Mind you, when was the last time she’d said more than hello to someone? Christ, maybe she should think about getting out more. Or at least buying a pet. Someone to talk to.
“Thank you for coming to get us, ma’am,” Archer said, leaning forward as she took off towards Murray’s place at a slow pace. She wondered when the last time her brakes had been tested.
“Oh. That’s okay. You’re lucky Murray got hold of me. There’s no one else up here this time of year and I don’t always have my cell charged.”
“You don’t have your cell charged?” Dr. Cranky asked.
“Umm, no,” she said slowly, wondering why he sounded so irritated.
“Why did you come? Where’s your man?” Dr. Cranky queried.
Archer groaned. “Jesus, Isaac, have you got any manners?”
Isaac? That was far too nice a name for this guy.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t have a man.”
Isaac, aka Dr. Cranky, let out a low sound. “So you live alone, and you don’t keep your phone charged? Is that smart?”
“I don’t know. You’re a doctor and you don’t think a deep cut on your head should be stitched, is that smart?”
Archer let out a small bark of laughter. But Isaac seemed like he was in the mood to scold her.
“Where’s your jacket?”
She glanced briefly down at her oversized man’s shirt which was soaked through. Just as well it was dark, or she thought she might be showing off a bit more of her body than she would have liked. Her hair, which was pulled back in a low ponytail was dripping down her back and even her underwear was wet. Yuck.
She was shivering, the heater in the old truck just not cutting it.
“Umm, ma’am, could you please keep your eyes on the road,” Archer said in a strangled voice.
Oh right. She was driving.
She turned her attention back to the road. Her windshield wipers were at full speed but still not doing much. Another thing to have checked.
“I forgot it. And it’s Caley.”
“You know I’m Archer. This is Isaac.”
“Call me Doc,” Isaac said.
“Is that a bit confusing when you’re both doctors?”
“We’re not together that much. Isaac is my father’s name,” he explained. “We don’t get along.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
He just shrugged, but she could tell there was a lot of emotion behind his desire not to share his father’s name.
“You came out into a storm without a jacket. And in a truck that looks like it should have been crushed a long time ago. Did you even bring your cell with you?”
“He always like this or is it the hit to the head?” she asked Archer.
“I wish I could say it was the hit to his head,” Archer replied dryly.
She sighed and tried to crank the heater up further. Damn it.
“Here, take my jacket.” Doc reached for the zipper at the top of his jacket.