Exactly nine in the morning. Avery arrived at the study door on schedule.
The main lights were off; only the monitoring terminal on the desk glowed with a cold blue light. Dominic reclined in his swivel chair, back in a dark shirt with the top two buttons undone. Shipping charts were spread across the desk, flanked by stacks of open files-the very air smelled of his brand of business.
Avery stood at the door for a second, taking a sharp breath and letting it out slowly.
The clinic isn't good enough? He insists on doing this here... What is he playing at?
"Treatment time," she said, stepping inside. She placed her medical kit on the corner of the desk without looking at him. "I assumed we would be in the examination room."
"We're doing it here today," he said without looking up. "I'm n
