Paul chuckled and briefly envisioned Ace battling wannabe suitors. Shirtless. Sweaty. Fierce. He shifted to ease a sudden tightening of his pants.
"Incoming, two o'clock," Ace murmured.
Paul blinked. "Two o'clock?"
Paul turned around to see Mrs. Donaldson, one of his favorite patients, approaching their table with her eyes lit up in delight....