“How is the cut?” she whispered when she stopped in front of him.
“Very well.”
“No infection?”
“I wouldn’t know.”
She frowned. “Your cut was neglected before I stitched it. It’s important to make sure the stitches don’t get infected.”
“I’ll order them not to.” He cringed inwardly. His attempt at making a joke was pathetic, to say the least.
She laughed, which made him chuckle, too. “If only it were that simple. I would like to take a look at it when you are available.”
He stopped smiling. “Excuse me?”
“You’re my patient.”
“I’m sure you don’t need to check on the cut.”
She became serious. “I stitched your cut. It’s my responsibility to make sure the wound doesn’t get infected. Do you have an idea of how many animals and people die from infections every year? If you prefer seeing your physician, I understand, but someone must check on it.”
If he had to choose between Dr. O’Neil and Effie, he had no hesitation in whom he preferred.
“I’ll be home in my study in the afternoon.”
“Excellent. Send for me when you’re home.” She gifted him with another smile. “I’ll see you later.”
He watched her running back to the stables, enthralled by the light radiating from her. She was like a bright star, and he wasn’t despicable enough to keep her in his darkness.
