Chapter 5

“Mhmm. Gregor had a whole host of students, ready and willing, needing someone to guide them. I jumped at the chance, moved back here, and….” He shrugged. “Here we are.”

I studied him, really looked at him, and saw the contentment in his face—happiness even. Back when he was studying hard and practicing five hours a day, he still made time for his mentor’s younger students and helped them hone their craft. He gave them something to aspire to.

“Well, then.” I finished my latte with a long drink and set the cup on the table. I fiddled with a napkin so I would have something to do with my hands. “Sounds like everything worked out, then.”

“It did.” Deacon cleared his throat and waved a hand. “Enough about me. What have you been doing with yourself?” He eyed the scrubs pointedly.

I laughed. “Vet tech, of course.”

“Of course.” Deacon’s smile was warm. “You said that once you got your degree in biology, at your parents’ request, you’d get your certification.”