“Why would you think she sent it?”
“She and Ross broke up right before Christmas, so I couldn’t ask her to be sure. And when I asked, Ross said it wasn’t from him, which, by the process of elimination, left her. As I said, it arrived a few weeks after Christmas. At first, I ignored it. It just sat there. Then one day, I thought, what the heck?” My mind tried to recall. “Rett, the results never came. You’re supposed to get a package or something, an email, something. I never did. Honestly, I’d forgotten all about that kit.”
He stood. “Tell me more about Emily.”
I shrugged. “Ross and I had an agreement to not bring up his exes. He moved from one to the other without consideration for abandonment of the last one.”
“Emily. Describe her.”
Rett seemed oddly focused on her. “I don’t know...red hair. Pretty. Nothing special. Not much to tell.”
“Her last name?”
A smile tugged at my lips. “Ross wasn’t great at remembering last names and that caused a bit of trouble more than once. But hers,Iremember...”
“Could it have been Oberyn?”
That was it.
I sat up as a knock came to the door. “How would you know that?” I asked.
“That’s probably the doctor,” Rett said, not answering my question. “She is in a practice with another doctor here in New Orleans who I trust immensely.”
“So you trust her?”
“I do and after this evening, I’d kill any other man who looked at you.”
My smile returned. “Then I’m glad she’s a woman.” As Rett began to walk toward the door, I asked again. “Where are we?”
“This is your real suite, Emma. The other one was temporary.” He pointed to one of the doors. “It connects to mine.” He turned away but continued to speak. “The closets, drawers, and racks are filled. Ian said you weren’t ready. Deal with it. Don’t argue. This is where you’ll remain.”
I swallowed my response.
Rett turned the knob and opened the door. “Dr. Dustin.”
“Mr. Ramses.” A petite young woman with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail entered. She smiled my direction politely without acknowledging my state of injury and disarray. “I hear that I have a patient in here.”
“Yes,” Rett said, gesturing toward me, “this is Emma. Emma, this is Dr. Gloria Dustin.”
In the doctor’s hand, she had a bag, much like the kind doctors carried for house calls. That made sense. We were in a house.
“Emma, I’m happy to see you’re awake.”
“Sore,” I said, “but awake.”
“Have you eaten?”
“We thought it best,” Rett answered, “to wait for you to clear her.”
Dr. Dustin turned to Rett. “Mr. Ramses, thank you for calling for me. Now, if you’ll excuse us.”
My eyes widened. “He can stay.”
Dr. Dustin spoke to him. “If you stay nearby or leave me your number, I’ll let you know when you can return. I need some time alone with my patient. I’m sure you understand.”
A grin came to my lips. Despite Dr. Dustin’s small frame, she had the gumption to ask Rett to leave a room in his own home. I liked her already. When Rett’s gaze came to mine, I nodded. “I’ll be fine. I promise.”
He looked down at his bare chest. “I could use a shower. Once I’m done, I’ll be back.”