Chapter 32
CAMERON
I SAT in the waiting room across from a woman who appeared healthy, but I didn't trust anyone who needed to visit a doctor's office. These places always left me feeling the need to sanitize. You never knew what germs were lurking. I wasn't what you'd call a germaphobe, but I hadn't had an illness in six years and didn't plan to get one soon.
The woman across from me smiled and gave a finger wave. I smiled back and tightened the muscles in my arm, making sure she got a show. I wouldn't take the potentially sick woman home, but I didn't mind waiting room flirtation.
I'd been about to break out my patented double-dimple smile when the door to the back room of the office opened. Xena walked out, not looking like the normal warrior woman but a frail distraught version of herself. I stood, wanting to rush to her side but knowing she didn't want attention while out in public. We'd been working together for years and I'd learned the many sides of Xena.