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smiled. “That's the whole point. I want you to hate it. To
hate is so much that you never do anything silly again. The fear of a
spanking should be enough to keep you in line. If you are good then
you have nothing to fear. Time for your medicine and then I have a
couple of questions for you.”
    “ You
aren't listening to me again. I mean it, never again. No matter what
I do, never.”
    “ That
just isn't how this works. You came looking for me, not the other way
around.”
    “ I
know, but I decided against it. I don't believe anyone has the right
to hit me and hurt me. If that means we can't be friends then so be
it, but you may never raise a hand against me again.”
    He
looked hurt by my words. “You need your sleep, now.”
    “ Can't
I go home?” I sighed and he didn't answer. “You just don't seem
to want to respect my decision. It's better when I leave now. That
way you can do whatever you planned for tomorrow.”
    “ My
plans for tomorrow include you. In fact, I'd like the recipe for that
strawberry dessert you brought with the last time you were here.”
    “ Curds
was the ingredient that you couldn't place. Curds, strawberries,
whipping cream and sugar. That's it. Can I go now?”
    He
held out the pill. His eyebrow went up. He would do well working in a
prison as the mean, by the book guard. I took it and held it in my
hands. He held out the water. I was good and took it. I was tired
from getting up and washing myself. The pill made me so sleepy too. I
fell asleep quickly.

Chapter 7 His is the Final Word

    I
woke up and stretched. He was sitting on the sofa reading. I looked
at the book again. I somehow felt it belonged to me more than him.
Was he playing a game with me?
    I
felt my feet on him as he held up a finger, wanting me to wait a
second.
    “ Just
read it aloud.” I was being so fussy and impatient.
    He
did and I knew where he was right away. When he finished the section
he asked me questions. I answered them all and I was very careful not
to say anything that would make it obvious that I was the author.
    Ryan
liked my ideas. He seemed to be particularly interested in one
character, liking my insight. Thank goodness for that or I would have
been very offended. He badgered me with questions while he fed and
medicated me.
    “ You
know that they are going to film it, right?” I guess I was a little
proud.
    His
eyes turned greedy. “Oh yes, I heard about that.”
    “ Maybe
we could go see it together?” I was feeling better, even a little
mischievous.
    He
looked very uncomfortable with that suggestion. He didn't answer.
    I
had more to lose than he did by going to that film, so that could
only mean that he didn't want to be seen with me in public again.
Tears pricked my eyes as I turned my head away from him.
    “ I'm
feeling a lot better now. I think I'll just call a taxi and go home
now. Thank you for everything.” I jumped up and picked up his
phone.
    He
took it from me. “Wait to see how you feel in five minutes once
your medicine starts working.”
    “ Why
are you doing this? I mean this is above and beyond the call of
duty.” I wanted to know what his motivation was.
    He
just looked at me surprised.
    “ You
had to have canceled the others, and this is just asking too much.
Once I'm home I can take care of myself, honestly. I can, even if you
think I can't.”
    “ There
are no others.” He turned away from me a bit.
    “ Why
are you doing this?” I whispered to him.
    “ I
like having you here. Plus this was all my fault. It is the only
right thing to do.”
    “ Who
am I to you?”
    He
didn't answer for a few minutes. “You are my Katherine, and you
need me.”
    “ And
you need to be needed?”
    “ No,
not really. I just need you to need me.” He was watching and
waiting for my reaction.
    “ Why?”
    He
paused to think about his answer. “Like I said before, I worry
about you. I have right from the start. You always give me reason to
worry. The way you talk about yourself is