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Darren and I had been seeing each other for almost four months when an unexpected visitor showed up at my dental office. I had just finished filling my last cavity of the day when Lori, the receptionist, told me there was a woman waiting to see me.
“Is she a patient?”
“No. She said her name is Deena Nichols-Bryant and that you two have a dinner date.”
A chill ran down my spine. I’d never met Darren’s sister. I’d never even talked to her on the phone. I’d seen pictures of her and her daughter Ashley, who looked just like her only smaller and with glasses, but we’d never had any contact. I was slightly freaked out that she’d shown up at my office unannounced. Had she and Darren planned this? I couldn’t imagine him just springing his sister on me without any warning. That wasn’t his style, or at least I didn’t think it was. I wanted to call him, but I knew he had practice with his team that afternoon and I didn’t want to disturb him.
“Dr. Cross?” Lori said.