“Doctor Wentworth?”
He grinned when Sarah sighed in frustration. He turned to the young woman in green scrubs standing a few feet away. “It’s all right,” he said, nodding toward Sarah. “She’s in on it.”
The young woman held out her hand and showed him four red-filled medical bags. He looked around to be sure no one was watching, then took the bags and slid them into his black backpack.
“Thank you,” he said. “Though I think we’re past your calling me Doctor Wentworth. How about James?”
“But you’re my professor. I’m in your Romantic Poets class.”
“Yes, Amy, I know.”
Sarah was fascinated by the young woman standing there. “You know why James needs that?” she asked, pointing at the black backpack.
“Sure,” Amy said. “Jennifer told me.”
“And you don’t mind?”
“Why would I mind? Everyone
