Because my patient just sat herself up--and I'm not talking about her raising her torso off the damn pillows. I wasn't there when she did it and I need to see how it happened."

Red Sox seemed to stop breathing. "What...I'm sorry. What the fuck are you saying."

"Do I need to reenact it in charades or some shit?"

"I'll pass on that--I so don't need you on your knees in front of me with only a towel on."

"Which makes two of us."

"Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah. I'm really not interested in blowing you, either.

Author: J.R. Ward