ed to shut this down. Now. Before it goes any further. Thi

ng the edge of the screen. The refusal of the nurse had settled into his br

he door interrupt

," Derec

etal cart filled with medical supplies. She was blonde, with high cheek

ice smooth and professional. "

at said, I'll leave you to it

. She prepped a fresh bandage and a vial of antiseptic. Her movements were p

en, she spoke, her voice a low murmur. "Your recovery is remarkable, Mr. Camp

ce a mask of ice. He didn't react

d the new bandage, her fingers lingered on his skin a fraction of a second too long. "It must be frustrating, being c

tans need to rest. I'm on duty until late, so if you need anything at all... for your comfort...

d grabbed her wrist. His grip was like

her eyes wide

ate?" Dereck asked, hi

ed, trying to pull away.

ted. "How much do they pa

hed red. "Mr. Ca

Dereck said, his voice dropping a degree. "Which is not only p

ad appeared in the doorway. "Give her ten times her seve

nodded. "Rig

"inform the Swiss Medical Association that Anya Nowakowski is to

No! Please! Mr. Campos, I

of my sight,"

e sobbing woman out of the room. The door cl

in the air. He grabbed a bottle of sanitizer from the cart and sc

e of horror and fascination. "Well," he said,

was still scrubbing his ha

against the window frame. "You

?" Dereck

women like Anya. You hate the ones who throw themselves at you, who wan

he's the opposite. She's rejecting you. She's refusing your money. Sh

raw hands, then at the phone on the table. The p

nd you can't stand it. You can't stand that th

slipped it into his pocket. But the seed had been planted. The rea

never backed dow