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pital and pick him up. I've got to get home." |
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"Yeah. Fine. Tell him I'll be there in half an hour." |
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D.J. hung up and rubbed her eyes. She'd known McCall was trouble from the first time she'd laid eyes on him. Had that only been yesterday morning? It seemed as if she'd known him for weeks already. She'd certainly had enough of him to last a lifetime. |
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D.J. jumped and yelped at the voice right behind her. She spun around and bumped into Josie. |
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"Of course, dear. Where else would I be?" |
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"Don't you have someone else's life to mess up today?" D.J. headed for the shower, with Josie following. |
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"No. You're the one I've been assigned to. You'll have my undivided attention until we've solved your little problem." |
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D.J. stopped short at the bathroom door and spun around. "Look, I'm going to tell you one more time: I don't have a problem. I don't believe in love. I'll never believe in it. The people who do believe in love self-destruct in the end. You saw the poor sap out on the ledge yesterday. He's in the Straight-jacket Hotel right now because he believed in love. Not me, honey. No way." |
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"What about your parents?" Josie persisted, putting her palm against the bathroom door as D.J. tried to close it in her face. "They must have been an example of love for you." |
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"I don't discuss my parents. Not with you. Not with anyone." |
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