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She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. After a moment, she lifted her chin and said, “Of course it’s every patient’s right to obtain a second opinion. I’ll send you several recommendations when I get back to my office.”
“Thank you,” Trey said. “I have a tennis game, so I think you can find your way out.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
AT THE CONCLUSION of his session with Mac Laughlin, the island pro, Trey shoved his racket into its case. He felt better. He always did after playing three sets of tennis. Much more effective therapy than any session with a shrink.
But his conversation with Dr. Carico still rankled. Festered. What was he going to do about Jason’s treatment? About Kelly Jenkins?
What was he going to do with his life?
“That was one hell of a workout,” Mac said, slinging a towel around his neck.
“Yeah, good session.”
Mac took a long pull on a water bottle and said, “What’s gotten into you lately, Trey? You’re playing like you’ve finally decided to join the tour.”
“I think I waited a little too late for that,” Trey said.
Mac laughed. “Same time tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Listen, Mac, you’re from Miami. How did you learn to play tennis?”
“Summer camp in North Carolina.” Mac shrugged. “I loved the game and was pretty good at it, so my parents paid for lessons. I eventually joined the tennis team at my high school, where I had a great coach, and ended up going to college on an athletic scholarship.”
“So high schools have tennis teams in south Florida?”
“The ones in the affluent areas do. The equipment is expensive, as you know.” Mac thought a minute and grinned. “Well, maybe you don’t know about that little problem.”
“So it would be hard for a kid from an underprivileged background to learn to play? There aren’t any free clinics at the inner city parks?”
“Free? In Miami? What planet are you from?”
Trey scrubbed his face with a towel. “I’m beginning to wonder that myself. See you tomorrow.”
After a shower, Trey dressed and entered his office. Tennis had been a part of his life as long as he could remember. Maybe because the game was the one thing he’d been good at that his father couldn’t control.
Until he’d wanted to join the professional tour. Of course professional sports weren’t the Wentworth “way.” But that was old news. He had bigger problems now. Like the fact that he missed Kelly as much as his son did. What a tangled mess. But she’d given him an idea, one that excited him. He hadn’t been excited about anything in a long time.
He checked his phone. As promised, Carico had texted him three recommendations for a second opinion on Jason’s treatment. Trey called his attorney.
“Brian, I have three child therapists I’d like checked out. Can your people handle that?”
“You’re finally getting a second opinion?”
“Carico became…too close to the situation.”
“Anything I need to know about?”
“Just send her an appropriate severance check with one of your best letters.”
“Is she angry?”
“I’m not sure.”
“How does Jason feel about a new doctor?”
“As long as he has Kelly, he doesn’t care.” Trey looked up at a knock on his door. Normally stoic-faced Hans waited at the threshold with an expression that Trey didn’t like. What now?
“I’ve got to go, Brian.”
“I’ll have results for you as soon as possible.”
“Thanks,” Trey said and disconnected. “What?” he asked Hans.
“Your father is on the two o’clock ferry.”
* * *
WHEN THE FERRY pushed away from the dock at six thirty, Kelly opened the limo door and swung out a leg.
“Where are you going?” Hans demanded over the intercom.
The window was up, so she couldn’t see him. Hard to surveil him when she couldn’t see him.
“I need some fresh air,” she replied.
He made a disapproving sound, but didn’t say more. She and Trey had compromised on the transportation issue. No bodyguard, but she’d agreed to the limo, mainly so she could keep an eye on Hans. But she’d been wrong about him. Her surveillance revealed the guy was a straight arrow and loyal to Trey.
