Page 128 of Broken Dream

Oh, no.

Sitting on the floor across from me, rubbing his forehead, is Ralph. A few pieces of paper are scattered around him.

Great. Just great.

He looks at me and scowls. “What the hell, Angie? Would it kill you to look where you’re going?”

I slowly get to my feet. “Sorry. Just excited, I guess.”

He furrows his brow. “Excited about what?”

I cross my arms. “Excited about something that is none of your damn business, Ralph. Just like most things in my personal life.”

His ears perk up at my words. “So you’re admitting it, then, that you’ve been fooling around with Dr. Lansing?”

I scoff. “Christ, Ralph. Do you know any other songs?”

He smirks. “That’s not a denial.”

“I’ve already denied your accusation countless times. I don’t need to do it further.”

“Whatever.” He gathers up the documents he dropped when we ran into each other and stuffs them into his pockets. He glances over his shoulder down the hall. “But you seem in an awful rush to get to his office.”

“As a matter of fact… I have an appointment with him. Office hours. About anatomy lab.”

He curls his lips into a grin. “I think you’re going to have to reschedule.”

I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m sure you, like everyone else, think that I’m a lost cause because my interest is in psychiatry. But I’m determined to prove you all?—”

He holds up a hand. “Save it. Be a psychiatrist if you want. Be a dentist, a chiropractor. Hell, go for your yoga certification. I don’t give a shit.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Then why did you make that nasty comment about rescheduling my appointment?”

He chuckles softly. “Because your precious Dr. Lansing isn’t in his office right now. He was escorted out about a half hour ago.”