Zane Jennings stood still for a moment, then started forward. The pleasure was plain on his face, and a hint of his suppressed wildness peeked through.
It was a crisp, cold morning in early autumn, just after a rain. The fog was beginning to lift, and by some grace of the heavens, the first rays of the morning sun broke through. The window was open, letting in a gentle breeze laced with a faint chill.
Erin Lowell entered the exam room and placed the things she was carrying on the desk. The curtain had been blown askew. She stared at them, her mind momentarily in disarray.
BZZT BZZT BZZT—
The phone vibrating in her pocket snapped her out of her thoughts.
Erin Lowell took it out and glanced at the screen. "Hello."
The situation with Nancy Warner had stabilized. The doctor said she should wake up in the afternoon, so Ian Sheffield found a free moment and a deserted spot to make the call. "You don't have to worry about Nancy over here. Just focus on your work."
