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blouse, wishing I’d worn something prettier.
    “It’s not a problem at all. It’s kind of fun having a patient again. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    As Alan spoke, Michael strode into the room. He wore a small smile that disappeared as saw Alan. His eyes drifted to me, and he said, “Pardon me, for interrupting. I can come back another time.”
    “Oh, no,” I said, working up to a full smile. “Please stay. We were just talking.”
    “I was actually leaving,” said Alan. He approached Michael and extended his hand, “Hi. I’m Alan Young.”
    “Michael Grath,” he said, shaking Alan’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
    “Likewise.” Alan turned and pointed to me with a smile. “Stay off your feet. Doctor’s orders.”
    “Yes, sir.” I laughed.
    When he left the room, I looked over at Michael, who was quiet. I touched my hair for a moment and realized that it wasn’t up, nor was I wearing my glasses. I must’ve looked different to him. My glasses were on the desk, so I couldn’t do anything about those.
    “Hi,” I said as I hurried to twist my hair into a loose knot. “Please take a seat. I’m sorry I’m not very professional at the moment. I’m kind of a mess right now.”
    He had plenty of chairs to choose from, yet he headed over to the one next to me, saying, “Oh, don’t bother for me. You look… nice.”
    A blush was coming on, and I couldn’t pinpoint why. Was I still embarrassed by him laughing at me yesterday? Or was I embarrassed because I looked so ridiculous with a stupid ankle brace and messy hair? Or was it simply because Michael Grath had paid me an obligatory compliment? I smiled and tried to focus. “Thanks. What can I do for you?”
    “Well, I hoped you’d hear me out.”
    “Hear you out? What do you mean?” I noticed his eyes were cerulean blue. What woman wouldn’t listen to Mr. Blue Eyes? As he stared at me, I decided that he didn’t need the family name or all their money to be successful in life. He’d inherited these blue eyes from some ancestor. His eyes alone would make sure he’d get whatever he wanted, at least when he was dealing with women and gay men.
    “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I swear I wasn’t laughing at your fall. You’d cursed beforehand. That’s why I laughed.” He nodded towards my hair. “You’re always very proper and put together, so hearing you swear in the middle of the street struck me as funny at the time.”
    “Yeah.” I grimaced. “It wasn’t very professional of me to yell ‘shit’ in the middle of Capitol Hill.”
    “No one else noticed. I’m sorry that I laughed, and I’m very sorry you’re hurt.”
    His expression was truly contrite, which just made the situation more awkward. “Don’t worry about it. I’m used to making a fool of myself. I’m really clumsy. My father makes fun of me all the time. He would’ve laughed with you.”
    “Even if you slipped on ice?”
    “Oh, especially on ice. He’s a military guy with a dark sense of humor. ” I smiled, trying to be professional again. “Anyway, thank you for coming by. You didn’t have to, but I do appreciate it.”
    Michael’s eyes darted over to the vase of tulips. As if in response to Alan’s gift, he pulled out a bottle of wine from his own briefcase. “I brought you a little something… a peace-offering.”
    “Oh, thank you,” I said, taking the bottle from him. Without making it too obvious, I glanced at the year, and it was much earlier than the ones I usually bought. “You shouldn’t have. Really, you didn’t need to do something like this.”
    “I wanted to.”
    “Well, it’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you.” I leaned over and placed it on the table, grinning like a fool.
    “You’re welcome.” He leaned back in his chair. “So how are you feeling? What happened to your leg?”
    “Oh, I feel fine now, but I fractured my ankle, and I have to stay off of it for six weeks, which is a complete pain, in more ways than