“Over a cellar filled with cool air?” Annabelle rolled her eyes. “Keep trying, Gavin, but I'm starting to think you may not be as skeptical as you think you are.”
“Yes, I am,” he muttered, and then he noticed Annabelle scrutinizing him closely. “What?”
She shrugged. “Ask me again another time. I don't think you would appreciate the answer today. So, Doctor Morris, what brought you my way in my moment of need? Aren't there other doctors in this town? What happened to your friend?”
“We parted ways,” Gavin explained, glad to leave off the conversation of whether or not he'd abandoned his skeptical ways. “He was ready to move on, back East, to his family, but I've found I rather like Texas. The mayor asked me to stay, and I decided I would. The better question is, what brought you this way?
