She looked at her watch—almost nine o’clock. It had been almost an hour. Should she call Dad right now or just let Ben explain the insurance claim when it came? Probably serve him right, especially if she flunked this test tomorrow. Well, she knew she wouldn’t flunk but she did want to get a good enough grade that she didn’t have to worry about this class the rest of the semester, or the fact that she was the only female in it.
A grey-haired man in a white lab coat was standing in front of her.
“Miss Andrews?” he inquired. “I’m Dr. Harold Balforth. I believe you came in here with your brother Benjamin.”
“Bennett,” Cam corrected.
“Yes, Bennett.” He checked the papers on the clipboard he held. “My mistake. May we talk in private?” He led the way past the nurses’ station to a small conference room.
“May I inquire how old you are?” the doctor asked.