The doctor was annoyed with me. “If you’re determined to persist in this foolishness, I’ll have to insist you stay the night at the very least.”
“All right, but let me make this perfectly plain: I don’t want any visitors.”
“And most especially a certain someone. I’ve heard.” He gave me a cool smile. “Lover’s tiff, Mr. Knight?”
“That’s Dr. Knight.”
“Indeed. In that case, you should have known better than to nap in the sun without benefit of sunscreen or sunblock—” I scowled at him, not about to tell him my doctorate was in Ichthyology—”and with enough barbiturates in your system to knock over an elephant.”
“I don’t take drugs!”
“Of course you don’t.”
I wanted to strangle the supercilious bastard. “If I had ingested that much, you’d have had to pump my stomach.”
“Which we did.”
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