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He told her. She thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Yes, it’s safe. I can go back up to the
floors. Thanks a lot for covering for me.” She smiled at him and, annoyingly; he started to get hard.She’s
a mental patient, for God’s sake! Stop thinking with what’s in your pants. She could not be more
off-limits if she had do not disturbtattooed on her forehead.

“Can I walk you back to your room?”

“No, but you can walk me back up to 12A. I’m not a patient here.”

“Of course not,” he soothed her, gesturing for her to precede him. “If you don’t mind my asking, why
were you in a wheelchair?”

“That’s the third time you’ve asked, actually, and not that it’s any of your business, but they had Wet
Floor signs all over and I didn’t want to slip while I was running. I borrowed one and was well on my
way to making a clean getaway when you had to blunder into my way.” She took the sting out of her
words by patting his arm. “I’m really sorry about plowing into you.”

“And laughing at me,” he prompted.

“Oh, I’m not sorry aboutthat . You looked so funny! But I suppose it was kind of mean. Still, it’s not
like I’ll ever see you again. Having written the check, the writing hand moves on, and all that. In fact, why
are you still here? Don’t you have a hostile takeover to engineer or something?”

“As soon as I see you back to your room,” he said with as much dignity as he could muster, “I’ll get
right on that.”

She laughed and, after a moment, he joined her. His arm still burned where she had so casually touched
him. What a pity she was a lunatic.

“You don’t have to walk me back,” she told him. “I know my way around. I’m here all the time. In fact,
O Great God of Money, I know my way around here better than you do.”

“I don’t doubt it. Where did you say your room was? 12A?”

She kicked him. Actually kicked his ankle! “I didn’t say my room was on Wing 12A, I said I wouldgo
to 12A. Obviously you inherited your zillions…you’re not bright enough to have made all that money on
your own.”

“Not bright—” He forced himself to calm down and started again. “For your information, I made my
own damn money. And I’m very smart, extremely smart. Top-of-my-class smart. I went to Harvard, for
God’s sake!”

“Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?”

“If you were not ill,” he told her through gritted teeth, “I would turn you over my knee for that.”

This dire threat fazed her not at all. “I’m not a patient here, I told you that.”

“You’re not a patient here.”
“No.”