“No, I got fired. I was checking someone’s human resources very closely. Not in public of course. Not on the job. It was consensual and private, but word got out. Apparently even adults have to refrain from that. There are rules if you want to work there. Strict rules. More for some than others.”

“They can’t do that,” she said. “That’s discrimination.”

“Not for everyone. Princesses are not allowed to do some things, even on their own time.”

“You were doing a princess? Which one?”

“Get outta here, I’m not telling you.”

“You’re too old for those princesses!”

“Oh, she was a lot older than she looked! Plus, she was an animal!”

“So not only was it a bad decision, you didn’t like it?”

“I never said that,” he said. He grinned lasciviously.

“You’re lying!” she said. “I don’t believe one word of that!”

“Okay,” he said. He took a drink of his beer. “It’s true, though. A very embarrassing situation. We both got fired. I lost a pretty fun job and I think she lost her lifetime dream. I was planning to take a few months off to camp, but I wasn’t planning to start until April or May. I hate being cold. However...”

“Callahan, I think you’re a liar, con man and maybe a predator.”

He just laughed at her. “Seriously, you ever going back to work?”

“I told you, the practice shut down,” she said.

“We both know there are things you could do.”

“I was picking up work here and there from colleagues. I just came to Sully’s for a badly needed break. I packed up a bunch of stuff, left the disposition of the office in the hands of a broker who can be sure the equipment, furniture and supplies are sold or stored, emailed all my colleagues that I was taking a leave of absence. I was burned out, bloody well sick of all the controversy my partners had stirred up and I was exhausted. I was only home for twenty-four hours when Sully crashed. That’s almost four weeks ago. I haven’t thought about anything but Sully since.”

“You can let go of that pretty soon. Aside from being a little ornery and sick of salmon and chicken, he’s doing great.”

“I know. But I don’t know if I want to go back to that grind. Check with me after I’ve actually had some time to think. But one thing I’m not crazy about is being a caretaker the rest of my life.”

“Maybe another residency? A different specialty?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. Right now I just want to escape. Have you ever felt like that?”

He chuckled. “I’ve been in your campground for five weeks. Through rain and mud and heart attacks. What do you think?”

“You’re traumatized by the aftershock of screwing a princess?”

“It takes a lot more than that to traumatize me,” he said. He put an arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay to take a break, Maggie. I’m not sure it’s good for you to obsess about Sully, though. It might be misplaced anxiety. Really, he’s going to be fine.”

“You didn’t see what I saw,” she said.

“No one saw what you saw, honey,” he said very sweetly. “I was right there when they loaded him into the ambulance. You saw your father slipping away. Everyone else saw a cardiac episode. I think you’re a little terrified.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Guilty. I’m not very close to my mother and I have no siblings. And it was Sully. Maybe it’s because I always felt deprived of him when I was growing up—my mother and stepfather lived in Chicago and it wasn’t easy to see Sully. Or it could be that he’s as special as I think he is. You don’t know him that well yet. He’s one of the most remarkable men I’ve ever known. If you were going to be around here longer, like through summer, you’d see...”