"Mary Janice Davidson - Love Lies" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davidson Mary Janice)

“If I giveyou five hundred thousand dollars,” he asked silkily, “will you shut up?”

“Better than that, I’ll leave for free.” She gave him a haughty look and swept grandly out of the closet.
He smothered a laugh. God, she was fun. And so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her.

“You can’t go yet,” he said reasonably, shrugging into his jacket. “I saved you from a humiliating
discovery. How were you planning on explaining your presence to Dr. Langenfeld? He would have taken
one look at you—”And fallen in love . Victor scowled. Where had that thought come from?

“—and called security,” she finished. “Tell me about it. He and I go way back.”

“I knew it!” he said triumphantly. “Youare a patient. Why the wheelchair? You walk as well as I do.
Are you a hypochondriac? Is it Munchausen syndrome?”

“What incredibly rude questions, Mr…uh…what’s your name again?”

“Lawrence. Victor Lawrence.”

She gave him a funny look. “Can I see your driver’s license?”

“What are you, a cop?” he asked good-naturedly, but he fished it out for her.

She glanced at it and wrinkled her nose. “Nice picture. You look embalmed.” Again, he had to choke
back a laugh. It took most of his will power to look irritated. “Lawrence, Victor,” she continued. “Yep,
there it is. Isthat your birthday? You’re ancient.”

“I’m only thirty-four.”

“Only, he says! Do you realize if we were still in high school I’d be a seventh grader and you’d be a
freshman in college? All your friends would laugh at you for dating me. And think of my parents! They’d
have a fit! If I had parents, I mean.”

“You must be a patient. You can’t be a normal person.”

She handed his license back. “Forget it. Thanks for letting me see your I.D. I was a little weirded out
when you told me your last name. It sounds like mine. I’m Ashley Lorentz.”

“Lawrence?” he said doubtfully.

“L-O-R-E-N-T-Z. See?They’re pronounced exactly the same. If we got married I wouldn’t have to get
new monogrammed towels. Not that I have any now, but you know what I mean.”

“I doubt anyone but your psychiatrist knows what you mean. Why were you in the wheelchair?”

“Because they were after me,” she said matter-of-factly. “I had to ditch them until shift change.”

He nodded, pretending to understand.Paranoia. Poor thing. “Well, are they still after you, or is it safe
to leave?”
“What time is it?”