Elisabeth demanded when Dr. Jonathan Fortner had finished the impromptu examination. “I’m perfectly healthy—physically and mentally.” There were freshly ironed shirts hanging from a hook on the wall behind a wooden ironing board, and Jonathan took one down and shrugged into it. Elisabeth tried to ignore the innately male grace in the movements of his muscles. He didn’t look convinced of her good health. “I suppose it’s possible you really believe that,” he speculated, frowning. Elisabeth sighed. “If all doctors are as narrow-minded as you are, it’s a real wonder they ever managed to wipe out diphtheria and polio.” She had Jonathan’s undivided attention. “What did you say?” “Diphtheria and polio,” Elisabeth said seriously. But inside, she was enjoying having the upper hand for once. “They’re gone. No one gets them anymore.” The desire to believe such a miracle could be accomplished was plain in Jonathan’s face, but so was his skepticism and puzzlement.
