“How many wise guys have you seen doing an oil change?”
“The only mobsters I’ve ever seen are those in the movies.”
“Well, you’ve probably seen too many of them.”
My mouth dropped open. “There is no such thing as too many mobster movies. Or anything in the three-H category.”
“Oh, yeah?”
I bobbed my head.
“I’m not sure I should ask this, but what are the three H’s?”
“Heist, Horror, and Hallmark.”
He pressed his hand to one of eye sockets. “You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.”
“No,” I breathed out. “Especially at Christmas.”
“You watch horror movies at Christmas?”
“No. Hallmark.”
He met my eyes. “That’s what I just said. Those things are fuckin’ terrifying.”
I couldn’t stop a snort. “Let’s get that icepack off now.”
He nodded and I gently pulled it out of his shirt.
“You ready to head out to your friend?”
“No.” He raised an eyebrow. “But you’ve got other patients, huh?”
“Actually, my next two canceled.”
Why the hell did I just say that out loud?
“Why’d they cancel?” he asked.
“Don’t know. All I know is that they did.”
“You got a man?”
“I’m not going to discuss my personal life with you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m your therapist. It’s crossing both a professional and ethical boundary.”
He sighed. “Right. Boundaries.”
“Boundaries,” I confirmed.
“So, can we talk about it when the boundaries are removed?”
“How about we talk about it when you cross that bridge?” I tapped gently on his cast. “In at least two months or more. After we’ve rehabbed your shoulderandyour leg.”
“Well, that’s not a ‘no,’” he said with a giant grin.
