“Hi, there.” She smiled at him and moved closer, placing a brief kiss on his lips. “Hey. What’s up? I’m backed up with patients.” He picked up a stack of four clipboards with patient charts attached. “I missed you at the luncheon in Bryant Park today.” She ran a hand up his chest. “I told you. With this court thing, I’m not going to be available during the day for three months.” He gently removed her fingers and flipped through the pages. “Damn you, Hack!” Her sweet demeanor cracked and fell away, like a papier mâche mask. “Paul Montgomery was there. I was modeling his new line. I needed you there.” She paced the small room. “Needed me there for what? To zip a zipper? I’m sure you were fine, Felicia. You know those fashion things are a waste of my time. All I do is stand around.” Hack perused the information for the first patient. “It’s not that bad.” She leaned against the examining table, her lips pouty. “We’re talking time I don’t have and won’t for three months.”
