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period of time. Her voice alone was enough to make him wince.
    Next to his wheelchair, he sensed her smoldering. She'd been second-guessing him all evening, badgering him to stay at the hospital. And he was damn sick of it. She'd gotten him into this mess. She'd damn well help him out . . . whether she liked his plan or not. Risking a slow turn, he was thankful when the movement didn't cause cymbals to crash in his head. Her golden eyes glowered at him, more with concern than anger, he acknowledged. But all bets were off once they were alone. She was gonna blast him.
    By then, she'd be stuck with him. Adams might be belligerent, but she wouldn't leave him for dead by the side of the road. He hoped . Ken held her silence as the orderly strapped his battered body into the passenger seat of her ramshackle truck. As the orderly rolled the wheelchair back to the building, she pounced.
    "I should have my head examined for letting you talk me into this."
    Wincing at her shriek, Harry resisted the urge to unload on her. "Any civility I possess was exhausted several hours ago. If you must speak, please whisper. My head is ready to explode."
    "I knew this was a bad idea," she said through clenched teeth. "You need to swallow one of those damn pills and lay back against the headrest."
    At least she'd lowered her voice. "I'm counting the seconds until I can do that, but I have to drive myself home."
    "We've been at the hospital for seven hours." She snorted in disbelief. "No way am I driving out on that construction site in the dark. We'll end up in the bottom of another crater."
    Forcing his eyes open, he bit back a groan. God– even the parking lot lights were too bright. "Fine - then you've bought yourself the hour drive back to Stafford."
    "Listen up, Prettyboy-"
    Her amber eyes turned molten in a heartbeat. Big mistake . Prickly Ken was apparently dangerous when poked.
    "You're coming home with me," she announced. "You're gonna get in bed without arguing and you're gonna stay there until I decide you're well enough to leave." She stared at him, a fierce scowl on her face. "You got that?"
    "Like hell . Holding me hostage wasn't part of the plan."
    She had the gall to laugh. "You're the one who said I was responsible, remember?"
    "It was my fault I-" Suddenly, Harry didn't have an ounce of strength left to argue. He was too busy fighting the nausea rising in his throat.
    ***
    Braking for a traffic light, Kendall heard his stifled groan. Risking a sideways glance, his face was etched with agony as he swallowed convulsively. Traynor was approaching the limits of his endurance.
    "I promised the doctor I'd take care of you." Sensing his ripple of shock, she hid a smile. If it were possible, Harrison Traynor was even more stubborn than her daddy.
    "I am not staying with you, Ken."
    "Harrison, honey . . . we married in sickness and health," she drawled. "I mean to honor my vows."
    "I said that so they'd release me." His head tilted drunkenly when he turned to glare at her. "I can take care of my-" Slumping back against the seat, he clutched his head a moment later when she jostled over uneven pavement. "Dammit– you'd better pull over. I'm gonna throw up."
    Kendall slowed the truck, edging to the side of the deserted road. Harrison barely made it out the window before he started retching. Afterward, he rested his face on the frame, gulping in shaky breaths of the cool night air.
    "Death has got to be preferable to this."
    "Think you're finished?" Harry startled, unaware she'd jumped out and rounded the truck. When he nodded, Kendall peeled off her sweatshirt and doused a corner of it with bottled water before running the wet cloth over his forehead. His hair was streaked with dirt and perspiration, his forehead patched together with stitches. Splashing more water on the shirt, she gently swiped the back of his neck before lifting his chin and cleaning his face with the rest of the bottle.
    His eyes closed, dark lashes swept his ghostly