Chapter Four
Boone
The steering wheel slid under my hand as I turned into the parking lot at the medical clinic. Stolen Hearts Valley Emergency Response used a medical clinic in Asheville for annual physicals, and I was due for mine. Although I hadn’t been with the Stolen Hearts crew for a full year, my last physical had been over a year ago in Colorado.
Like most men, I avoided the doctor. I figured I could blow this off. Until Nick Hudson, our administrative supervisor, told me to get my a*s down here and deal with getting my physical. Pocketing my keys after I parked, I walked into the large medical complex.
Stopping in front of the bank of elevators, my eyes scanned the row of options, settling on the office number for the clinic listed on the paperwork. Once inside the elevator, I
