Platinum Promises

“Right around the corner. You can’t miss it.”

“Thank you.” Faye rounded the corner. Dexter was the first sight she saw.

She stopped.

He stopped. His eyes were glassy; worry was painted all over his face. “You’re a doctor.”

“Yes, I am.”

“My great-grandfather. Do you think...”

“We don’t know, Dexter. But he was breathing when the paramedics arrived and his heartbeat, while not overly strong, was steady. His skin tone looked good, and there was no drastic drop in his body temperature. I think the best thing for him right now is all of us thinking positive thoughts and believing in the best possible outcome.”

“You’re right.” He continued looking at her. His expression was unreadable. “Thank you.”

As he looked into her doe-brown eyes and she stared into his brownish-hazel orbs, something happened. A heat, low and mostly unidentifiable, passed between them. The same as the one she’d felt on the dance floor while in his arms. Then, like now, it was gone in an instant.

“I was headed to the waiting room.” Faye walked past him and into the room, where various families huddled with combinations of faith and worry, hope and fear. Her targeted destination was easy to spot. Decked out in their party wear, the Drake clan, along with concerned employees who’d come in on their day off to recognize the founder, took up a third of the room. Halfway there, the man she remembered as the son of Papa Dee spotted her. He said something to the group and a dozen heads swiveled in her direction.

“Doctor.” David Drake Jr. was the first to speak.

“How is he?”

“What happened?”

“Is he going to be all right?”

These questions rang out at once. Faye raised her hands to still them. “I just now arrived and haven’t been in the emergency room or spoken to the attending physician. The nurse says he’s stable, and when she has a moment, she’ll let the team know I’m here.”

“What do you think happened to my father?” David Jr.’s voice was strong, but deep concern shown in his eyes.

Faye was almost sure that Papa Dee had suffered a heart attack, but she wasn’t certain so she wouldn’t share. “It’s best not to speculate,” she said instead, her voice automatically calm and soothing from years of comforting the afflicted. “In times like these it’s difficult, but if you’ll try to remain calm and keep your thoughts positive, that’s often the best for your loved one.”

“The doctor’s right,” Dexter added. He placed a hand on Faye’s shoulder. Only now did she realize he’d been standing just behind her; only now was she aware of the source of the woodsy scent that had tickled her nostrils. “Y’all know how Papa is. He wouldn’t want us out here crying and carrying on.” Dexter said the words in the raspy voice of his great-grandfather. “Or getting our faces twisted up.” Another Papa Deeism.

A kind-looking older woman approached Faye. “Hello, I’m Mary Drake, David Jr.’s wife. We’re so thankful that you were there today. Are you a resident of Temecula?”

“No, ma’am. I’m a guest at the hotel.”

This news elicited a variety of facial expressions: surprise, delight, curiosity.

“Donald Drake here,” a tall, imposing man announced, coming forward with hand outstretched. “I’m David Sr.’s grandson and the president of the hotel. What is your name, Doctor?”

“Faye Buckner.”

“How long have you been at our establishment?”

“Just arrived yesterday. I’ll be staying for a week.”

“Well, on behalf of myself, my wife—” he gestured toward an attractive, slim woman whose expression suggested that her thoughts were in overdrive “—and the entire Drake family, let us thank you for stepping in today and helping our patriarch by considering you our guest during your stay.”

Faye’s brow furrowed. She was already a guest at the hotel. How else would she consider herself? “Thank you,” she said, hoping it was an appropriate response to what she thought an obvious statement.

The woman who’d been introduced as Donald’s wife stepped forward. “Dear, would you like to sit down? It may be a while before the doctor comes out.”

Faye nodded and followed the elegance-oozing woman to a row of chairs. On the way, she caught a look pass between Dexter and his sister, and saw a wisp of a smile cut through the worry lines.

“I’m Genevieve Drake,” the woman said as soon as they were seated. “David Jr. and Mary are my husband’s parents—my in-laws.” She nodded toward the three people still standing. “Those are our children. Donovan, he’s the oldest. Diamond is my only daughter and Dexter our youngest son.”

“You have a beautiful family,” Faye said sincerely.

“Thank you. We’re very blessed.”

“Yes. You are.”

“What about you? Are you here visiting with your husband?”

“No, Mrs. Drake. I’m not married.”

A perfectly arched brow rose ever so slightly. “Oh?”

“No, ma’am, I’m single.”

“Single as in never married?”

“Correct.”

“Do you have children? I don’t mean to pry, but you’re smart, attractive...I’m curious.”

Faye chased away the discomfort that usually came with this topic of conversation. At thirty-two years old, it was one she’d had often. “I understand. No, I don’t have any—”

“Excuse me, ladies,” Dexter interrupted. “Faye, you have the distinct look of one being interrogated. Is my mother asking for your date of birth and Social Security number?”

“We’re just talking,” Faye said with a smile, hiding the sigh of relief that she’d been rescued.

“Yes, I’m very familiar with how my mother loves to talk,” he said with a smirk. “All of that listening has probably made you thirsty. Would you like to join me in a hunt for the cafeteria or somewhere to get bottled water?”

Faye stood. “Sure.”

They turned to leave, just in time to see the doctor entering the waiting room and walking toward them. The men were on their feet in an instant.

“How is he, Doc?” Donald asked.

The others gathered around the doctor. “He’s weak, but he’s going to be okay.” The expression on the Drakes’ faces was a collective one of relief. Faye could have sworn that a little more air seeped into the room. “Where is Dr. Buckner?” The doctor looked around the group.

Faye stepped forward. “Right here,” she said, hand outstretched. “You must be Dr. Saunders.”

“Yes. I understand that you attended the patient until paramedics arrived?”