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My sister tells me you’re new in
this town.”
    Shannon is a little flustered in the presence
of the man’s overpowering presence. She stands up and holds out her
hand. After a moment’s hesitation, Kirk Fitzpatrick shakes it. His
touch sends a delicious thrill coursing up her arm.
    What’s happening to her? Yesterday, she just
had hot sex with a very hot man who made her feel like no one ever
did before. And today, she meets another hot man who does exactly
the same to her, only in a different way. And this new man might
just be her boss!
    Are her hormones in ascendency or
something?
    “How are you, Martha?” Kirk says in a kind
voice. “Been waiting long?”
    “Um, great . . . I think, Dr. Fitzpatrick.”
Martha is still looking at her hands, which appear exactly the
same. Only she seems to have more mobility in the joints now. She
flexes her fingers in increasing wonder. Shannon reckons that to be
completely uninterested in Kirk, either Martha has to be a lesbian
or her joints have just been transmogrified in a manner unbeknownst
to her previously.
    She has to hide a smile.
    “I’ll see you later in my clinic, OK? Just
let me interview this young lady first.” Kirk gestures to Shannon.
“Shall we?”
    He turns to go into his clinic, and Shannon
gathers up her tote bag to follow, with a parting, “See you soon”
to Martha.
    Martha looks up, her eyes shining.
    “Dr. Fitzpatrick?” she says in a loud
voice.
    Kirk turns. “Uh huh?”
    “Whatever you do, don’t let this woman get
away. You have to hire her! Please!”
    Shannon flushes as Kirk nods and smiles at
Martha.
    “I’ll think about that.”
    He opens his clinic door.
    “After you,” he says to Shannon.
    She enters, butterflies of a different sort
fluttering in her stomach. She wonders what fate has in store for
her now.
     
    *
     
    The clinic is neat, with all the medical
instruments put away nicely on the shelves and trolleys lined with
green cloth. Kirk seats himself behind his desk while Shannon takes
one of the chairs across from him. A skeleton hangs from a hook in
a corner, and she has to wonder if it’s real. Glossy posters of
bones and joints are plastered onto the bare parts of the walls,
and a tendon hammer sits on the desk like a phallic symbol.
    She notes his personal mementoes on the
shelves behind him – photos of his voluminous family, she presumes.
She recognizes Ellie. One of the photos shows a family of seven
siblings who resemble one another in some ways and not in others.
There are five women and two men altogether. Kirk has the same eyes
as his older brother, but he is handsomer by far and more
prepossessing.
    “So, Shannon Bellamy, can you tell me more
about yourself?”
    Shannon hands him her document folder
containing her degree and accreditations. She gives him some
professional details, but nothing personal and certainly nothing
that cannot be accessed via her resume.
    “Impressive,” Kirk finally says, leaning back
into his executive chair, which protests with a creak.
    “Thank you.”
    “I meant what you did back there.”
    “Huh?”
    His beautiful green eyes narrow shrewdly.
“Martha has never been in remission from her JRA long enough to
expect a full recovery. But what you did to her was a first. I have
never seen her so surprised in the entire time she has been coming
here.”
    Shannon shifts nervously.
    “I didn’t do anything. I just gave her a
massage. I have lots of static electricity in my body.” She gives a
short laugh. “People used to say I’m a walking generator.”
    “I think we both know it’s more than that,”
Kirk says in a quiet tone.
    Shannon raises her eyes to meet his. His
green ones are serious and understanding.
    “Would you like to work here, Shannon? You
and I both know you have gifts. This is a safe environment for you
to practice them.”
    The silence between them weighs heavily.
    Kirk goes on when she doesn’t say anything,
“You get a basic salary with benefits, and on