Chapter Five

She hadn’t heard from Dr. Dave Sharlet or the FBI in over a week. She had never his call in hopes he would want to see her so badly that he would call again. That never happened. She was beginning to think that maybe she had made it all up in her head. Havana looked in the mirror and saw a cute girl not a gorgeous one staring back at her. “Why did I ever think that a man who looked like Dr. Dave would actually want to go out with me,” she thought to herself.

Regardless of the fact that she was about to go on a date with Frank Agrela, she still felt let down by Dr. Dave Sharlet and a tad bit uncomfortable for her date. Every time she saw him at one of her father’s events he would wink at her and his hands some how always ended grazing her ass. She could feel his eyes looking her up and down picturing her naked. Her father had a very different view of Frank Agrela.

To Havana’s father Frank Agrela was a very wealthy successful man who could do much better than his daughter. He thought Havana should be thanking her lucky stars that Frank was interested in her. Havana wanted to tell her father what a sleaze Frank Agrela was but her father never would have believed her. That is how she got into this whole awful situation to begin with.

The doorbell rang making Havana’s stomach flip over. She had been dreading this night all week. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before opening the door.

“Havana,” Frank said taking a step closer to her.

She hadn’t seen Frank when she opened the door instead she had seen Dr. Dave, dangerous Dr. Dave. Her eyes had deceived her and she was quickly brought back to reality when she felt Frank’s puffy wet lips on her cheek.

“Let me just grab my bag and then we can go,” she said backing away from him.

She couldn’t help but wonder why she had pictured Dr. Dave at her door. Ever since the FBI had showed her that mug shot of him she had become even more intrigued. What had such a handsome and caring man done to get mixed up with the FBI?

Forgetting that Frank was waiting for her she sat down in front of her laptop and googled “Dave Sharlet”. Up popped a million results. She began to weed through them
when her eyes landed on

Share Family Practice

Dr. David Sharlet and his friendly staff are always happy to treat every patient with the kindness, compassion and professionalism they deserve. ...
www.drdavidsharlet.com/

Without hesitation she clicked on the link. A large photo came up of a man in a doctor’s coat next to a little kid. She smiled to herself picturing Dr. Dave Sharlet helping kids. She noticed a caption at the bottom of the photo and began to read, “Dr. David Sharlet treats each child as if they were his own,”

That wasn’t her Dr. Dave Sharlet. Her Dave had amazing piercing blue eyes not big round brown eyes, and her Dr. Dave had dark brown hair not blonde. What was going on? She was just about to click on the ABOUT link when Frank yelled her name.

“Crap,” she mumbled to herself quickly shutting down her laptop.“Coming,”

She grabbed her bag and headed out for a night of disaster.