Page 17 of Lavender Lake
“Where are you going?” Bowman asked, coming to my side.
“Anywhere but here.”
“You can’t drive,” he said. “Not in the state you’re in.”
I turned and glared at him.
He was there, and had instantly become the target of my rage.
“You’re not the boss of me!”
“Someone needs to be the boss of you.” His tone was mild, but his jaw clenched. “Give me the keys.”
“No!”
“Powell, I’m warning you . . .”
“Oh, you’rewarningme?” I placed my hands at my hips and glared up at him. “You sure you want to get in my way?”
He sighed.
And without a word, he bent down, grasped me by my legs and hauled me over his shoulder.
“Bowman!” I screeched. “Put me down!”
“No.”
I smacked his butt.
He swatted mine in return.
“You’re making a scene!” I hissed.
“You started it. Now stop it.”
“You’re horrible.”
“And you’re a brat.”
“People are going to stare,” I whined.
“Should’ve thought of that before you freaked out.”
The elevator doors opened and he walked into the carriage. I almost groaned when I realized we weren’t alone. Two doctors in scrubs were standing next to each other.
“Lobby, please,” Bowman said politely, pretending he didn’t have a hysterical woman dangling over his shoulder.
“Oh,” the female doctor said. “Sure.” She pushed the button and the doors closed.
“Nice weather we’re having,” Bowman said in a conversational tone.
“Yeah.” The male doctor bobbed his head. “It was a rainy spring. Seems to have cleared up though.”
“I love the smell of the rain in the forest,” Bowman remarked.
“Absolutely.” The female doctor flashed a smile.
The carriage came to a stop and the doors opened.
