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cringe, and those gorgeous eyes would glisten with unshed tears, and she’d fumble for the wheels so she
could roll away, probably sobbing, and—

“You whine like a toddler,” she informed him cheerfully. Before he could respond to that, they both
heard the chime of the elevator. “Oops! Company coming.”

“Finally,” he muttered. “Stimulating as this has been, er, whatever your name is, Dr. Langenfeld has
finally remembered I’m his ten o’clock. Time to part ways.”

The effect of his statement was electric. The woman’s eyes widened, then narrowed, and she leapt out
of her chair.Out of herchair ? In his surprise he nearly fell back to the carpet again. “Dammit!” she cried,
dodging past him and into the office. “He can’t see me, if he sees me he’ll kick me out and I’m
not—listen, cover for me, okay?” And with that, she dived into the closet, slamming the door shut behind
her.

Victor stared at the closet door, nonplused. He hadn’t been this astonished when he managed to
successfully evade being audited for the third year in a row. When his ex-wife left him but disdained
alimony. When—

“Ah, Mr. Lawrence. I'm Dr. Langenfeld.” Langenfeld held out his hand and, robot-like, Victor shook it.
“Sorry to keep you waiting—what, over ten minutes!” Langenfeld gulped thirstily at his coffee and sat
down. “Yes, well. We had a problem with a patient’s family…my secretary should have told you.”

“Ten minutes?” Victor echoed stupidly. It had been four minutes when he stepped outside and got
creamed by what’s-her-name. Time flies when you’re being assaulted and insulted.

“Yes, and, as I say, it’s unforgivable. Take your coat?” Langenfeld didn’t wait for an answer, just
scooped up Victor’s jacket and opened the closet door.

“Don’t!” Victor yelled, startling the doctor into turning and dropping the jacket. The closet door hung
part-way open and Vic could see the woman standing amidst white lab coats. Langenfeld, completely
unaware that she was standing less than two feet away, was looking at Victor over his shoulder. The
woman backed deeper into the closet, but there was nowhere to go.Do something , she mouthed.

“Beg pardon?”

“My coat. I’d like to keep it. Here, give it to me.” He hurried to Langenfeld’s side, grabbing his coat
back and slamming the door shut at the same time.

It was rumored that Dr. Dean Langenfeld had gotten his job through nepotism, and that may have been
true, but he didn’t get to be the head of one of the most prestigious mental hospitals in the country
without learning something about people’s idiosyncrasies. As such, he didn’t comment when Victor
snatched his jacket back and slammed the closet door. He just gestured to an empty chair and walked
around his desk to the other side.

“All right, then,” he said briskly. “Where were we?”

“You were apologizing for keeping me waiting.”
“Right. Sorry about that.” The man didn’t sound too worried, though. Victor decided to remind him just
what was at stake.