“If you’d care to wait, Dr. Craig will be with you in a few minutes,” the Barbie look-alike announced, her tone cordial even though her porcelain expression remained skeptical.
I nodded and returned to the waiting area. I would have dearly loved to sit down in one of those gorgeous, comfortable-looking chairs, but didn’t dare take a chance on soiling them. Instead, I strolled around the room listening to the lilting strains of New Age music and stood warming myself in front of the fireplace until I heard the text signal from my purse.
I scooped out my phone and read Tally’s text. HOW WAS YOUR DAY? GOOD, I HOPE. SLAMMED WITH BUYERS. TALK SOON. He ended it with one smiley face and two hearts. I was in the process of texting him back when I heard a mellifluous voice behind me ask,
