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the hospital wheelchairs, but I can tell you that the sooner we get out of here, the sooner we get you into your own home.”
    “Sounds like a good plan to me.” She nodded and he pushed the wheelchair out.
    They made their way down the hallway to the nurses’ station. Bo wanted to be absolutely sure that the doctors were done with her and that she was, in fact, medically cleared and able to be released. The last thing he wanted was to make it out of he hospital only to have to bring her right back again because they had another test or some such that they needed her for. That was a battle he did not want to have with Olivia.
    "Why are we stopping here?" Olivia asked
    "I have to be sure that they don't need anything more from you before we get on the road," Bo answered gently, inwardly waiting for her to find fault with his idea and bombard him with protest.
    She nodded in silent agreement.
    Maybe there was hope for this to work out.
    "Hi." He smiled at the nurse on the phone.
    She looked up at him and held up a finger as if to say ‘hold on one second’.
    He nodded and took a step back from the counter; he could wait.
    "How can I help you, Sugar?" There was a touch of a southern drawl in her voice.
    "I am going to be taking Miss Woods home and I just want to know if you need her for any testing or anything?"
    "I am pretty sure she is good to go home today, but I will have to check her chart to be sure. Give me a couple minutes."
    "No problem. We will be here." Bo smiled sweetly.
    "Speak for yourself," Olivia mumbled.
    “Why do you think you are going somewhere?” Bo raised an eyebrow.
    She looked up at him for a moment. He could see by the look in her eyes that she was trying to gauge his seriousness.
    He smiled at her and he could see a mischievous glint in her eyes suddenly appear.
    “I figured I would head out to the mall for some retail therapy while you stay here and sort this mess out with these ladies. You seem to have it all well in hand.”
    Bo burst out laughing, and after a brief moment Olivia joined in. Bo didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt good about the whole situation. He could feel the tension between them ease some and that gave him almost a sense of relief.
    Not that he cared, he reminded himself. This was, after all, just a job for him, nothing more than that.
    “Sir?” The nurse’s voice snapped him back to reality.
    “Yes? I’m sorry?” Bo stumbled over the words.
    “She’s in the clear to go home.” The woman smiled. “But please make sure she rests. She still isn’t one hundred percent by any far stretch of the word, so don’t let her do too much or she will rip stitches and land herself right back here again.”
    “Got it,” Bo agreed, turning to grab the handles of the wheelchair again. “You hear that, Miss Woods? I don’t want any trouble from you.”
    “The only trouble you are going to have is if you keep insisting on calling me Miss Woods,” she replied without missing a beat.
    Bo laughed, throwing up his hands in mock defense.
    “Now, take me home,” she ordered, waving her good hand down the hallway towards the elevators.
    “Yes, Ma’am,” Bo complied, pushing off in the direction she had pointed to moments before.
    “Don’t call me ma’am either,” she grumbled.
    “Yes, Dear,” He mumbled back without thinking.
    She suddenly turned around in the wheelchair, enough to make him almost loose his grip.
    “Don’t do that either,” she snapped. “We are not, and never will be, friends.”
    Bo stopped, “I just—”
    “No. You are only here because I don’t have another choice in the matter. I do not want to get all friendly with you. You won’t be around long enough for that anyway.” She glared at him, her eyes full of fire.
    “Of course,” Bo mumbled, feeling instantly like a child being chastised by a teacher.
    “Let’s go.”
    He stood there, still reeling from her sudden change in attitude.
    “Let’s just go already,” she said, waving