Chapter 9: A Rough Ride
We headed east toward St. Louis for what felt like forever, and then Pax took the Dillane exit, saying, “Almost there. Gossner & Timmons is in the middle of the woods. You ever been there?”
“Only once. It was a few years ago.”
“On business?”
“It was a road trip during my internship.”
“How many years ago was that?”
“Five. Then you hired me on as a vet.”
“That was the smartest thing I ever did,” he said, and chuckled at his own comment. “I obviously have good taste in vets, and in men.”
I wanted to tell him that he really didn’t, that he was straight and enjoyed the company of a woman who went by the name of Tracy, and his homosexual urges were just temporary because of his accident. I didn’t want to beat a dead horse, though, and I knew he didn’t want t
