“I have completed the commission your father set out for me.”
Perhaps, but it didn’t explain why my father had thrown me in the doctor’s orbit. I waited to hear what else Dr. Avila had to say.
“You will do as you will, being true to yourself.” He turned over my hand and caressed the thin skin of my wrist with his fingertips, and for a second I couldn’t catch my breath as my pulse rocketed out of control. “Now I may speak for myself. Am I being presumptuous in thinking I might persuade you to consider taking an old man such as myself to your bed?”