Dear readers,
I wrote this a couple of years ago but scrapped it for a different approach to the same story. There is
NO SEX
in it. This is a romance.
Chapter 01
It had been a busy day for a Thursday. Dean Coates, had been the only doc on site for primary care. The nursing staff had just checked in the last patient of the day and Dean was more than ready to wrap things up and go home.
"Your last patient is in room 3. Her name is Anita. She's 22," Alex, the medical assistant, told him.
"What's she here for?"
"She wants your opinion on some labs."
"Did we order them?"
"No. She had them done somewhere else."
"New patient?"
"Uh huh. She lives in Ohio."
"Ohio? What's she doing in California?"
"I didn't ask. I thought you'd prefer I get her checked in."
"Room 3?"
"Yep."
He walked to room three on the far side of the clinic. Knocked once on the door then stepped inside. She initially had her back to him as she was drying her hands. He smiled at her pretty sandy blonde hair. That was his favorite. She was slim and shapely.
"Good afternoon, I'm Dr. Coates."
She turned to him and smiled. His eyes widened when he saw her beautiful face. Perfectly shaped, hazel eyes, dimples, and perfect white teeth. Her smile was that of an angel.
"You seem startled, Dr. Coates."
"You look very much like someone I knew a long time ago."
"An old girlfriend?"
"Yes, actually, she was. How can I help you?"
"I have a lab test I'd like your opinion on."
"Your regular doctor would be the best one for that."
"I did the test through a mail in company and I don't have a regular doctor."
"Go ahead and have a seat. Let's see what it is."
She sat in the chair near the exam table and reached in her purse. He sat on the end of the exam table near her. The young woman handed him an envelope. The return sender was 23 and Me. He was familiar with the company and had even had testing done there. He removed the papers from the envelope and looked at the first page.
"It's pretty straight forward. They tested DNA in your saliva to give you an idea of your family lineage. I had mine done too."
"Look at the last page. That's the part I'm wondering about."
He turned to the fourth page and began looking at the list of relatives. When he saw his name, he was taken aback. But when he saw the relationship his jaw dropped.
"It must be another Dean Coates."
"I don't think so. It was Dean Coates 7221. I checked with the website. It's you."
"Then it's probably a mistake."
"You said I look like an old girlfriend," she said.
"How old are you, Anita?"
"22."
"The last time I saw that girl was 27 years ago and we never had sex. Sorry."
"Okay, so let's assume it is a mistake. How could we find out for sure?"
"Have a parentage DNA test. That would answer the question definitively."
"Is there a place that can do that around here?" she asked.
"Twelve miles north of us. Same day service, I hear."
"Would you be willing to do that?"
"Yes, Anita, I would. If I have a daughter I'd like to know."
"When can you go with me? I'm only in town until Wednesday."
"I'm off tomorrow. Hold on a second. I'll be right back."
She nodded and he went to the front desk.
"Rhonda, cancel the visit on this last patient it wasn't a clinical issue."
"Anita Reynolds?"
"What did you say her name was?"
"Anita Reynolds, that's the patient in 3."
"Yeah, that one. Call Alex and let her know we're all done and she's free to leave."
"Okay."
He went back to the room.
"Anita, who is your mother?"
"Carol Reynolds."
"Did she live in a children's home?"
"The same one you did."
"Anita, I remember your mother very well, but she and I never had sex."
"That's what Mom told her sister."
"Sarah?"
"Uh huh."
"Has your mother seen these results?"
"No. I've asked many times who my father is. She gets mad every time and refuses to tell me."
"Let's get the test done. I'd like to get to the bottom of this mystery. Where are you staying? I'll pick you up in the morning." he asked.
"I took an Uber here from the Redding airport. Any place you'd recommend?"
He thought for a moment. "I have plenty of room at my house if you'd be alright with that."
"Are you sure I wouldn't be an inconvenience?"
"It's a fairly good size house. No trouble at all. I don't cook much so we'd have to eat out."
"No problem here."
He stood and tore the wrinkled paper off the exam table and replaced it.
"I've never seen a doctor do that before," she said.
"The staff takes good care of me. I try to help when I can. Do you have a bag with you?"
"The girl at the desk has it."
"Let's grab that and go to the back so I can close out the computer."
He picked up her bag and they walked to his office.
"Have a seat. It takes about five minutes."
He sat at the computer and closed his notes, checked messages then logged out. They left and went to his truck. He held the door for her as she got in then put her bag in the backseat and got in himself.
"Are you hungry?" he asked.
"I really am."
"Do you like Mexican food?"
"Love it."
"I know just the place."
When they arrived, he got out and opened her door then took her hand as she climbed down. At the restaurant he held the door again.
"Are you always such a gentleman?"
"I try. It's how I was raised. Old fashioned, I guess."
"Manners are never old fashioned. Did you open doors for my Mom too?"
"Always," he said with a distant smile.
They were shown to a table and once again he used his manners by helping her with her chair. She smiled.
"I don't think anyone's ever done that with the chair before."
"That's a shame. It really is."
He sat across from her. The server brought them water and menus then took their drink orders. Both looked over the menus.
"What do you recommend, Doc?"
"I've had pretty much everything on the menu. Everything is good. It's real Mexicans that own and operate the restaurant."
She looked back at the menu and a moment later noticed him looking at her.
"You're staring," she said.
"Sorry, I guess I was."
"Why, Doc?"
"If you'll quit calling me Doc, I'll tell you."
"What would you like me to call you?"
"Dean or D. Your mother always called me D, never Dean unless she was mad at me."
"May I call you D then?"
"Sure. The reason I was staring is because of how much you look like you Mom. She doesn't have dimples but otherwise it's uncanny."
"I must have gotten the dimples from you."
The server brought their drinks and took their orders.
"Anita, about the DNA, it's just not possible. The last time I saw your mom was 27 years ago. Five years before you were born. I lived in Illinois when you were conceived. I've never donated sperm, and your mom and I never had sex. Trust me, I'd remember that."
Anita chuckled. "How long were you and mom a couple?"
"Three years."
"Why'd you break up?"
"That's a long story. Let's just say I broke a promise."