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didn’t return the greeting. “What time is it?” he snapped.
    â€œAbout six o’clock, maybe a little earlier.”
    â€œWhat’re you doing here?”
    â€œBeginning your therapy,” she replied serenely. He was wearing pajamas, she saw, and wondered if he were able to completely dress himself or if someone had to help him.
    â€œNo one’s up at this hour,” he grumbled, closing his eyes again.
    â€œI am, and now you are. Come on; we’ve got a lot to do today.” She rolled the wheelchair to the side of the bed and threw the covers back, revealing his pitifully thin legs clad in the pale blue pajamas. His feet were covered with white socks.
    He opened his eyes and the anger was there again. “What’re you doing?” he snarled, reaching out an arm to whip the covers back over himself again.
    He didn’t want her to see him, but she couldn’t permit any modesty to interfere. Before long she’d be as familiar with his body as she was with her own, and he had to realize that. If he were ashamed of his physical condition, then he’d simply have to work to improve it.
    She snatched the covers away again, and with a deft movement scooped his legs around until they were hanging off the side of the bed. “Get up,” she said relentlessly. “Go to the bathroom before we get started. Do you need any help?”
    Pure fire sparked from his blue, blue eyes. “No,” he growled, so angry that he could barely speak. “I can go to the bathroom by myself, Mama!”
    â€œI’m not your mother,” she returned. “I’m your therapist, though the two do have a lot in common.”
    She held the chair while he levered himself into it; then he shot across the room and was in the adjoining bathroom before she could react. She laughed silently to herself. When she heard the lock click she called out, “Don’t think you can lock yourself in there all morning! I’ll take the door off the hinges if I have to.”
    A muffled curse answered her, and she laughed again. This was going to be interesting!
    By the time he finally came out she had begun to think she really would have to take the door down. He’d combed his hair and washed his face, but he didn’t look any more pleased with being awake than he had before.
    â€œDo you have any underwear on?” she asked, not making any comment on the length of time he’d spent in the bathroom. He’d timed that very nicely, stalling as long as he could, but coming out just before she did something about it.
    Shock froze his features. “What?” he asked.
    â€œDo you have any underwear on?” she repeated.
    â€œWhat business is it of yours?”
    â€œBecause I want your pajamas off. If you don’t have any underwear on, you may want to put on a pair, but it really doesn’t matter to me. I’ve seen naked men before.”
    â€œI’m sure you have,” he muttered snidely. “I have underwear on, but I’m not taking my pajamas off for you.”
    â€œThen don’t. I’ll take them off for you. I think you learned yesterday that I’m strong enough to do it. Butthose pajamas are coming off, the easy way or the hard way. Which is it?”
    â€œWhy do you want them off?” he stalled. “It can’t be so you can admire my build,” he said bitterly.
    â€œYou’re right about that,” she said. “You look like a bird. That’s why I’m here; if you didn’t look like a bird, you wouldn’t need me.”
    He flushed.
    â€œThe pajamas,” she prodded.
    Furiously he unbuttoned the shirt and threw it across the room. She could sense that he would have liked to do the same to the bottoms, but they were a bit more difficult to remove. Without a word Dione helped him back onto the bed, then pulled the garment down his thin legs and draped it over the arm of the wheelchair. “On