“Women can sense when men are creeps,” I said carefully. “Me more than most. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to pay extra special attention to everything that was going on around me. People think that because I’m different, I must be slow. I’m not. And I’ve had my share of dealing with people that thought that way.”
His hands clenched, and I saw his eyes narrow. “You ever have another problem like that, let me know.”
His words. His palpable anger at the thought of me hurt. The absolute assurance that I’d never be hurt again, that promise in his eyes, was enough for me to make my decision.
“Would you mind coming to my end of the clinic?” I asked. “I want to get your input on something.”