ovary plotted to take over the rest of her body, it would be fantastic.
“Alexis Chandler.”
She flinched despite the anticipation. Unable to feel her legs, she walked across the room to the nurse holding a door open for her.
“How are you doing today?”
What was she supposed to say? Should she admit she’s nervous? Or tell the woman about how this was the last place in the world she wanted to be?
“I’m doing okay. How are you?”
“It’s been a busy day around here. I’m going to get your weight and then I’ll show you to one of our exam rooms.”
Lexi rubbed damp palms on her pants and tried to quiet the pulse that was pounding in her head. She said a silent prayer for God to give her the strength to get through this appointment. She wanted the oncologist to tell her it had all been a mistake and it was just an ovarian cyst after all. She wanted to be all right.
The nurse made small talk while she took Lexi’s blood pressure, heart rate, and asked a few questions. Once she had left to get the doctor, she returned in minutes.
The physician that entered was little over five feet tall. But she was friendly, smiling as she held a hand out. “I’m Doctor Ravenhill. I’ve gone through the chart your doctor sent over. If you have no objections, I would like to do a sonogram of my own to search for a few specific things. Do you have pain all the time?”
Lexi nodded, clasping her hands together in her lap. “To different degrees, yes.”
Doctor Ravenhill jotted a few things down.
They continued the appointment in this way until the doctor asked the nurse to show Lexi to the imaging room.
She stood, a chill coursing down her spine as she followed the nurse.
Chapter Four
Lance had gone to the cafeteria like Lexi had asked him to. Not knowing how long the appointment would take, and wanting to be there when she came out, he grabbed a quick cup of coffee and headed back upstairs.
As he sat in the waiting room, he prayed for her. He prayed that God would guide the mind of the doctor and give him or her wisdom. He prayed that Lexi would feel a tremendous amount of comfort and peace.
He checked his e-mail and texts on his phone and read several magazines. Every time that door opened, he would scan the room, hoping to see Lexi.
When she finally emerged, he tossed a magazine aside and stood.
She spotted him. Her right hand clutched the opposite arm as she approached, her face expressionless.
Lance would have felt better if she were showing some kind of emotion. Any kind. He had an urgent need to get her out of the building. It was nearing three in the afternoon, and whether they felt like it or not, they needed to eat.
The need to protect Lexi overwhelmed him. He put an arm around her and steered her towards the exit.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here.”
Twenty minutes later, Lance led her into the restaurant Raising Cane’s. He set a tray down on the table and slid a basket of fries, chicken strips, and a piece of bread in front of Lexi. Not knowing which she would prefer, he gave her ketchup and some of the special dipping sauce Cane’s was famous for.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime.”
After taking care of the tray, he sat down and dipped a fry into the sauce, making it disappear in one bite. He watched her sample the chicken, satisfied that she was getting food in her system.
She’d said very little since exiting the doctor’s office. It was the silence and the slump of her shoulders that had him worried.
“Cane’s is one of my favorite places to eat. Tuck and I always ate lunch here when the boss sent us to track a suspect down.”
“I can see why. The fries and chicken are fantastic.” She tried the special sauce and wrinkled her nose. “Although I think I’ll stick with the ketchup.”
He chuckled and she returned his smile.
A few minutes later, Lexi sat up straight and rolled her shoulders back. The confident woman he knew well had returned.
“I appreciate you