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

“But you were in a wheelchair, which you don’t need.”

“Correct.”

“To get away fromthem .”

“Yes,” she said impatiently.

“Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but have you taken your medication today?”

She let out a yowl that brought the hair on the back of his neck to stiff attention. “Stop making that
noise!” he begged. “You sound like a squashed cat.”

“Stomped on a lot of them on your way to the top, eh? And for the last time, I’m a guest, not an inmate.
Come on, I’ll prove it,” she said, grabbing his hand and practically wrestling him into the elevator.

“Sure, you’re a guest,” he said, humoring her. “Aspecial guest.”

“You’re an idiot,” she informed him. “And there’s nothing special about that.”

“You’re amazing,” he said, laughing, then clenched his teeth to keep further nonsense from sneaking out.
It was true—shewas amazing, refreshing and marvelous in all ways—but it would never do to tell her
such things.Oh, why are you bothering with her? he asked himself impatiently.The ink on your
divorce papers is barely dry, she’s a mental patient, and you’ve sworn off women until the end of
the next century. Get her back to her room and get out.

Ashley could sense the change in him and wondered about it. The silence gave her a chance to get her
head together, to attempt to collect her whirling thoughts.

She’d hardly been able to take her eyes off him from the moment he plowed into her wheelchair. He
was, without question, the handsomest man she had ever seen. Tall, he was broad-shouldered and
muscular, but not bulky. His hair was so dark it was nearly black, and his eyeswere black—so dark it
was impossible to tell where the iris ended and the pupil began. Looking into those eyes was like staring
up into a starless night—exhilarating and even a bit frightening.

He was darkly tanned, almost swarthy, and his mouth was thin, saved from being severe by a sensual
twist of his upper lip.

She was so captivated by his good looks, she had spoken without thinking. Repeatedly. Thank God he
seemed to like it. To likeher . Though that had been short-lived. Now he was standing against the wall of
the elevator, staring straight ahead, arms folded across his chest. He looked like he’d rather be anywhere
in the world but here.

Ashley flushed with embarrassment. Here she was, dragging him all over the hospital so she could prove
she wasn’t a patient. What did she care what this arrogant rich putz thought? And why shouldhe care if
she was a patient or not? He was just being polite. A busy man like him probably had a thousand things
to do, and she was wasting time with her nonsense, all so she could keep looking at him. She was acting
like an idiot!
“What’s the matter with you?”