She yanked off the silk scarf (probably tied too tight), her eyes still numb from the pressure. Blinking rapidly to adjust to the dim light, she finally focused on the figure before her.
"Hah! Not bad for dressing blindfolded, huh?" she muttered.
Ryan Sidney let out a derisive snort. "*That* took you forever. 'Not bad' my ass. Hurry up and help me lie down—I'm dead on my feet."
Valerie's forehead glistened with sweat. She'd expected at least some praise, but the man didn't even crack a smile. *Robotic bastard doesn't know a compliment if it bit him.*
With a defeated sigh, she nodded. "Fine. Let's get you settled."
The exhausting day must have caught up with her—she crashed hard the moment her head hit the pillow. Ryan had just opened his mouth to mention the sanatorium when her breath
