Chapter 4Janelle, my P.A., tapped on my office door. “The patient in room 3 is ready for you, Doctor.”
I knew the occupant of the room would be Dante ap Owen, the young man who’d fainted in the process of dissecting a cat during the Anatomy and Physiology lab. I hadn’t been certain he would take my advice to see me—to see any doctor actually—and I was pleased he was here.
“What’ve we got?”
She handed me the results of the urinalysis, and I scanned it quickly for the more pertinent details. “All right, thank you.” I entered room 3.
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I carefully observed the young man who sat before me, twisting his fingers into knots. So attractive, and if the looks he would occasionally cast my way were anything to go by, he wouldn’t run screaming if by chance we crossed paths in a more casual
