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“Isn’t that why you’re coming this weekend?”
Gabe groans. “Seth didn’t call you with the news. Of course he didn’t. He wants me to do his dirty work.”
“What happened?”
“He’s going on a mission.”
“Ugh, and you’re not coming either?”
“Nope. I love you, but if I don’t have a jet available to bring me back, I’ll have to pass. We can plan on visiting you when he’s back.”
“What am I supposed to do this upcoming weekend?”
“If you ask me, you might have to go and swoon the fuck out of your tenant.”
“Nope. Areyou going to Greyson’s birthday party?”
“Yeah, everyone will be there but you.”
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have booked so many appointments this week.”
“You have to learn to relax.”
“Don’t start on me, Gabriel Decker.”
“You know what’s strange?”
“That we stopped partying years ago, and we’re only twenty-five?”
“That too, but, weirdly enough, I’m the one saying that you should relax. Me. The guy who works seventeen-hour shifts at the hospital. Something is truly wrong with you.”
“I’ll start relaxing.”
“Maybe you can use that app your mom had Nathan create for her clients. Can you access it?”
“Relaxtune?” I huff. “She’s using a lot of my music on that. I can just play it at home.”
“Well, you do that. In the meantime, tell me about this guy who was able to check all the boxes in PT Tinder.”
I chuckle. “That’s not a thing.”
“Come on, tell Gabe why you ended up giving him the job.”
I tell him about the interview with Dr. Derek Farrow.Well, not everything. I don’t confess that it’s the first time I feel at ease with a stranger or that we share a lot of goals. Nor that I’m fascinated by everything he’s done. His latest job was to care for a guy who couldn’t walk or talk. The twenty-some-year-old man is now thriving and hopefully will make a complete recovery. That’s what I need, a person who’s as passionate as I am about helping others.
We talked about some of my cases. My new patient is a woman with early-onset Alzheimer’s. I even told him about losing some of my family to the disease, including Dad’s estranged mother. We weren’t close to her, but when she got sick, my parents had to step in and help with her care until she died.
“He seems to know what he’s doing,” I conclude.
“Always a good sign that things might work out.”
“You’re mocking me.”
“You’re being cagey. I bet there’s either more to the guy or that conversation. What is he, a PT nurse?”
“He has a doctorate in occupational and physical therapy. The guy studied premed at the Naval Academy but didn’t finish his degree. He became Special Forces.”
“A SEAL?”
