Moving On by Jennii Graham Read Free Book Online Page B

“Typical!” she muttered after hanging up. “I bet he’s a man!”
    She went home and rung Donna to let her know what the doctor had said. “Sounds nasty” said Donna. “Have you made an appointment?”
    “I tried but they are fully booked for the next three years!” she exaggerated. She often did this when she was frustrated; it helped her to cope with her inner thoughts.
    “A friend at work went to a chiropractor recentl y” said Donna. “She said they were really nice and not too expensive. Do you want me to get their number?”
    “Yes please darling” replied Clare. “That would be good. You’ re a true friend . I don’t know what I would do without you sometimes ”
    “That’s what friends are for” said Donna. “I’ll get their number and text it to you.” Donna and Clare chatted for a while longer before hanging up. The next day Donna sent Clare the details of the chiropractors she mentioned on the phone. She noticed that the practice was very close to her parent’s house which was fortunate as she was planning to go there today. She rang them and fortunately they could see her today. Clare took the appointment and hung up. “ That’s handy” she thought. “ I’ll pop in on the way to mum and dad’s”
    Clare found the practice easily and pulled up outside in her small but very chic car. She eventually managed to eject herself from the car and headed up the drive to the reception door. The practice was called ‘B. Chartwell Registered Chiropractors’ and looked very smart if a little understated. Clare wondered to herself what the ‘B’ stood for. “Bridget probably… Or maybe Belinda” she thought to herself as she pushed the door open and stepped into the reception area. Stood at a modest reception desk was a woman of about 30. She was the receptionist and was attractive at first glance but Clare thought she could be a right bitch if needed. She just had that look about her.
    “Hello” the receptionist said as Clare approached the desk. “How can I help you?”
    “I rang earlier” said Clare. “My name is Clare Browning”
    The receptionist looked Clare up and down briefly before saying “Oh yes, of course. Please take a seat and I’ll see if Ben is ready for you”. She turned and entered a door leading into the treatment area.
    “Ben?” thought Clare and suddenly panicked. “I just assumed I’d be seeing a woman chiropractor” For a second or two Clare had to fight the urge to get out of the door as fast as her pain soaked back would allow. She hadn’t been ready for this. She would be letting a strange man touch her bare skin. She felt cold, her breathing became short and shallow and she felt herself getting hot and prickly. She hadn’t let herself be touched by any man since she had found out what HE had been doing behind her back.
    She might have just left there and then if it wasn’t for the receptionist coming in with a tall, blonde haired man. “Hi” he said and held out his large hand. Clare stood where she was unable to move. This was it. She had to decide what she wanted to do. She could either leave now and find a female chiropractor or she could let this man try to relieve her pain. She looked at him and saw kindness in his eyes. He smiled and she couldn’t help but smile back. “I’m Clare” she whispered.
    “It’s very nice to meet you Clare” he said. “Now, shall we try to make you feel a bit more comfortable?”
    He held out his arm to her and said “Please, let me help you. I can see you’re having trouble walking”
    Clare held onto his arm and immediately felt safe, secure and protected. She hadn’t felt like this for a long time and mixed emotions were running through her brain and body. She couldn’t help noticing the look of hurt and anger in the receptionist’s face as he assisted his beautiful new patient. If looks could kill Clare wouldn’t need to worry about the pain in her back! As h e led Clare into the treatment room