“If you can do all that, you’re a miracle worker,” Emily said, but Kyra heard the hope in her voice.
“I’ve never been called that before.” Surprise and gratification rang in Schuyler’s voice. “But don’t jump the gun. I’ve got some delicate maneuvering to do yet.”
The lawyer’s image winked out as she signed off the call.
Kyra pushed her chair far enough away to see Emily’s face. “I don’t think the law firm is paying for Felicia’s medical expenses,” she said.
Emily closed the conference window and flipped down the laptop’s screen. “You think it’s Will, don’t you?”
“Yes, but I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Nothing. He’s doing it for the center.” Emily’s tone was firm. “You should have seen him yesterday, surrounded by a circle of kids that kept getting bigger and bigger as he told his Spartan stories. He finally had to stand up so everyone could see him as he thrust and parried with his imaginary sword and spear. The kids were fascinated, but Will—” Emily smiled reminiscently. “Will was on fire with the thrill of sharing his knowledge with the kids. I could see how happy it made him. He really should teach a class at business school or something. He has a true gift.”
Kyra nodded, but she didn’t feel she could share Will’s decision with Emily. That was his news to announce in his own time. “Maybe he’ll find a way to teach part-time.”
“I hope so. The world needs more teachers who can inspire the kids.” Emily looked guilty. “I shouldn’t be singing Will’s praises to you.”
“No, I appreciate it. Now I don’t feel so guilty about my suspicion that it’s his money being used for Felicia’s treatment. Even more important, the K-9 Angelz program is safe now,” Kyra said, standing so she could carry her chair back in front of Emily’s desk. She wished she felt more excited for Emily’s sake, but she just felt tired.
“And Shaq. I guess you won’t need to adopt him now.”
Disappointment sifted through Kyra. She hadn’t wanted a dog, but now she felt lonely without one.