As the clock struck one in the afternoon, TJ watched Jonah slip into the front door. His last patient left a little over an hour ago, as did Emmy, his receptionist. Quiet ruled the clinic. Well, it did after a little quickie make out session in one of the exam rooms between him and Donovan. Time limitations and a lack of honey prevented them from getting too creative.
“That door was locked.”
Jonah offered up a half-shrug. He slowly walked across the room with the slightest of limps.
TJ observed the tiny lines of pain in Jonah’s face and the alteration in his usual smooth gait. “Maybe you should come into the exam room and take off those clothes.”
Jonah didn’t argue.
That tidbit told TJ something.
“Hey, Jonah.” Donovan greeted him from the break room as they walked by.
“Polar.” Jonah
