Free In Good Hands With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Medical Taboo Romance) by Ava May

from the west coast, he wouldn't arrive for another two hours. Sara chewed her fingernail, peering out the peephole again. The guy really looked miserable, stomping his feet and trying to shake off the water. 
    "Can I see your ID?"
    Well, that was silly. He could show her any old identification and she'd never know, as long as he was smart enough to remember an alias. Mathew pulled out his wallet and held up his driver's license. She could barely read it, but it appeared the first name on the card was Mathew.
    "How do you know Doug?"
    "We're best friends. We met years ago. I've been overseas for a long time, just got back in March. Doug and I are working on a real estate investment project together."
    Oh great. Another rich, self-centered guy. Just who she wanted to talk to. But she couldn't leave the dude on the porch for hours. She peered around him. Not much scope from the peephole. Probably why her dad installed security cameras, and maybe they were on a back-up generator and she could view the footage. Was there a generator? She couldn't imagine her father not having one. Something she'd have to investigate for future visits. But not now.
    "Where's your car? How did you get here?"
    "It's down the road." He pointed. "Got a flat tire. They don't make rental cars like they used to. Can I please come in? I promise I'm who I say I am, and I'm not up to any harm."
    Sara tapped her finger on her chin, a gesture that always helped her think.
    "Tell me something about Doug that only a friend would know."
    Teeth chattering, Mathew stepped closer to the peephole. "He used to sing Rolling Stone's songs to his daughter to get her to sleep. It's really cold out here."
    Sara unlocked the door and Mathew hurried in.
    "He told you that? About singing to me?"
    "Sure did. I was trying to get some kids to sleep one night and he suggested the Stones. Something about the rhythm of the music. Hello, I'm Mathew." He held out a soggy hand.
    She took it gingerly. "Sara. Sorry about keeping you outside. I didn't know Dad was expecting you."
    "I'm early. And I guess he's late."
    "I just got a text. He got held up in San Diego but he's on the plane now. He'll be here in a couple of hours. Oh, sorry again. I don't mean to be so rude. You're sopping wet, aren't you?" She shown the light up and down him.
    "Electric out or are you just creating an atmosphere?"
    Sara grinned. Funny guy, even as miserable as he must be, standing there wet as a fish.
    "I think you're bigger than my dad but I can probably find you some sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt."
    "That would be great. Any chance I could take a hot shower? And if there's any dry wood, we should get a fire going in that cave Doug calls a fireplace."
    "Yeah, it's kind of a huge cavern, isn't it? There's wood stacked over there. Probably some kindling and I hope matches. Let me go find you clothes. I guess you can use the guest bathroom in the Blue Room. That's…"
    "I know where all the bedrooms are. Take my briefcase and my overnight bag, please. I think I managed to not get the contents too wet. How about we light some candles?"
    "I don't know where he keeps them." Sara set the case down on the floor. It might leave marks on the wood tables.
    "I see a few right here." Mathew waved his arm.
    Sara scanned the room. "These are decorations."
    "I'll buy him new ones." Mathew shrugged out of his jacket and before she knew what happened, unfastened his pants and stepped out of them.
    "Uh…"
    "I don't want to drip all over his oriental rugs. Grab those matches and hand me a candle."
    She hurried to the fireplace, still using her phone and flashlight, and retrieved the wooden matches, then picked up a heavy candleholder from a shelf. "Here." She handed it to him.
    He scraped the match on an end table and laughed when she moved to stop him. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt Doug's precious antiques. If I do, I'll replace them. I've got plenty of money."
    He spoke the last words casually, not like he was