From the firm yet soft tone, Lethia instantly recognized it was Doctor Rue's voice, along with her nurse assistant from earlier.
Reflexively, Lethia turned toward the OB-GYN clinic and staggered her way to the entrance.
She scanned the waiting area, now nearly empty of patients, but her damn eyes couldn't find either Doctor Rue or her assistant anywhere in sight.
Her gaze shifted toward Doctor Rue's examination room, the door tightly shut—and that's when two poor ants crawling anxiously on the doorknob caught her attention. From more than twenty feet away. How the hell was that even possible?
Lethia swallowed hard, her confusion choking her senses. From that distance, she could still hear fresh gossip about Renar crystal clear.
"A virgin?"
Doctor Rue laughed, "That's what our colleagues used to call him, because he was scared of women."
"How could a plastic surgeon, whose patients are mostly women, be scared of women?"
