Dr. Chase acknowledged her amicably as he walked into the examination room, his head bent as he perused her prenatal chart. Annoyance flickered through Grace, not because of anything Dr. Chase had done, but because she’d made a specific request that had obviously been blatantly disregarded. Shutting the door behind him, Dr. Chase lifted his gaze, which settled on Ford, who’d stood up from the only arm chair in the small room as soon as he’d entered. The two men shook hands, a firm grip that bespoke of equal respect. Dr. Chase had come to the conclusion that Ford was in Whitaker Falls to stay, and had no qualms about him residing in the town where he’d grown up. Ford had been an exemplary citizen since his return, and though there were those who were holding fast to grudges, most had grown accustomed to his presence, and no longer treated him as a pariah. “Hello, Ford,” Dr. Chase said pleasantly, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “I’m glad you could make it to the appointment today.”
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