LARA was already waiting in the obstetrician’s rooms when Ric arrived. She looked up from reading a magazine as he entered, her gaze connecting directly with his, affirming that her word was good. She had turned up. In good time, too. It was still ten minutes short of the appointment he’d made.
Ric gave her a brief nod of acknowledgment as he strode to the receptionist’s desk, his inner tension easing somewhat with the assurance of her presence here. Having had his name checked on the waiting list, he strolled over to the corner where Lara sat and settled on the bench seat adjacent to hers, not crowding her but close enough for them to speak privately.
Not that he had anything to say.
