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don’t mean mine this time.”
    “Your gut must be telling you something’s wrong. Or is it the spirits who are guiding you?”
    “I’m going to guide my foot up your posterior if you don’t stop being so condescending. Why are you so pissy about this? I’m sorry I’m in your way. Go mop floors or something.”
    “I’m off duty,” he said.
    “Well, get some sleep. I just want to find out who’s coming to see Chris, and then I’ll leave you alone.”
    “I can’t sleep with you here.”
    “Why not?” She turned the light off. “I’ll be quiet.”
    Standing in the dark with a strange man wasn’t as scary as it normally would be. She could hear his even breath and see his chest rising and falling. The ultra sensitivity they shared was very similar to the exchange of energy she felt during their Reiki session. She resisted the urge to lean against him as he peeked over her head again. Maybe it was time for her to get a boyfriend.
    “How’s your knee?” she asked, her voice sounding loud in the little room.
    “Still aches,” he said.
    “I’m sorry.”
    He pressed two gentle fingers against her lips. “You already apologized. You’ve got good instincts. A man my size comes after you like that again, if you can’t flat out run, do the same thing. Promise me?”
    Pam swallowed to alleviate her dry throat and nodded.
    He stroked his hand down her hair. “You shouldn’t be here.”
    “I can’t do this,” she whispered.
    “I know.” He leaned in and nuzzled her temple.
    She clasped her hands in front of her before she was tempted to wrap them around his waist. “It’s because you’re my patient. It’s not ethical.”
    “What if I’m no longer your patient?” he said.
    “Then the line gets a little blurry.” She raised her lips to brush his.
    “Damn it! Where’s the rest of it?” An angry voice in the hallway broke her out of the sensual reverie that she had been sinking deep into.
    Pam snapped her head back to the door, stepping away from Ralphie. She felt him tense behind her.
    “Don’t you dare move,” he said in her ear.
    The corridor was empty, but they could hear raised voices coming from Chris’s office. It hadn’t been Chris who spoke. Pam strained to hear more of the conversation, but they were taking care to keep their voice at a lower level.
    “Stay here,” he said, pushing by her while rolling a mop and bucket out. He nearly sloshed water over her bare toes, and she put her shoes back on.
    “Get back in here,” she whispered furiously. “Ralphie!”
    He put two fingers to his own lips this time and began to mop the floor toward Chris’s office. Pam glanced wildly around the small room, looking for some type of weapon. She settled for another mop and slipped out the door.
    Ralphie’s eyes narrowed on her, and he waved her away. She shook the mop at him threateningly.
    He pointed to the door of the janitor’s room. If he thought she was going to cower and hide while he put himself in danger, he had another thing coming. As she crept up to get closer so she could hear what was going on, a man stormed out of Chris’s office.
    He wore a black trench coat that swirled unbuttoned around him. Worn jeans were tucked into a pair of black boots that looked like they were made for stomping. He was clutching a reusable grocery bag that was filled with boxes of medication. She opened her mouth to say something, but when she looked into the man’s face, she froze.
    Darren.
    His step faltered when her brother recognized her too. But he passed by her without saying a word. She took a step to follow him, but the glare he shot her over his shoulder kept her rooted in place.
    Darren should have still been in prison. He certainly shouldn’t be carrying a bag of drugs out of the hospital.
    “Stop,” she said, but Darren opened the stairwell doors and disappeared.
    Ralphie was there in front of her. “Get back in your office right now.”
    “You don’t order me around.” She