Chapter 19

“Thank you. Now would you mind answering my question?”

I studied the glowing tip of my cigar. “He should do fine.” I could tell my friend that much.

“That’s a relief.” Fortunately, he went on to the topic of the musical his department was gearing up for—My Fair Lady—and how he still couldn’t find someone to play Alfred Doolittle. “I think Dante would be ideal for the part—that accent of his and all—but his uncle would probably throw a spanner in the works. The bastard.”

I found that comment intriguing, but I didn’t think it would be ethical for me to pursue it, so I let it go. The rest of the evening passed in pleasant conversation.

Finally, I glanced at my watch and knocked the ash off my cigar. “I’ve kept you awake long enough.” And I did need to return to my clinic to look in on patients a final time and update Dante’s chart.

Leo grinned at me. “I’m surprised you stayed away from your clinic this long.”

“Are you suggesting I’m a workaholic?”