Lark stood helplessly watching as Max tore into his parents, the cardiologist, two nurses and a poor hospital janitor who happened to be mopping the floor when the discussion on his trip to Dallas began. The poor woman kept trying to mop her way backwards out the door of the ICU.
“Mr. Villeneuve, you need to calm down.”
“In the history of ever telling another human being to calm down, has it ever actually worked?” Max shot back at the nurse.
Olivier mumbled under his breath about calling someone with a blow dart and an elephant tranquilizer which made Lark snicker. Max’s furious gaze flipped to her.
“You find this comical, chère?”
“I find it funny you made promises to me to listen to the medical staff so we could be together until we were old and gray and yet you’re here with your bl
