She nodded. “As long as you don’t threaten me again. Three days? There was no way I should have been unconscious for three days. You must have told them to do it. Just like you told them to give me that shot in your tent.”

He nodded. “I admit it seemed the simplest way of handling the situation until I got it partially under control. But there were medical reasons for me to do it or the doctors wouldn’t have agreed.” He released her and dropped down into a chair beside the bed. “You’re at the University Hospital in Geneva, Switzerland. I use this hospital whenever I can when I’m in Europe or Africa. It’s only a little over two hours from Morocco by air, and the doctors are brilliant. But there’s no way they’d interfere with the treatment of a patient just to keep me happy.”

She looked at him skeptically. “Everyone wants to keep you happy.”

“Some people have ethics. Inconvenient, but refreshing. However, I might have mentioned that once you woke, your condition might deteriorate due to stress. Which it clearly has. Your wound itself wasn’t serious, but you’d lost a lot of blood. If Sasha hadn’t rigged that pressure bandage, you’d have been in really bad shape. Still, by the time we landed the helicopter at the coast, you were in shock. I put Gilroy in charge of dealing with the CIA bigwigs who were there to meet us and loaded you, Margaret, and Jeanne Palsan on a medical jet to Geneva.”

“Gilroy? I wouldn’t think he’d be diplomatic enough to handle a situation that delicate.”

“You’d be surprised. Gilroy can handle almost anything that comes his way.” He made a face. “Though sometimes that only constitutes holding off the dragons until he can set them loose on me. He’s not self-sacrificing by any means.”

“He probably regards that as being entirely fair. I’ve can’t fault anything he’s done in regard to helping Sasha. He’s been wonderful.” She jumped to something else he’d mentioned. “Margaret? She’s here, too?”

“She wasn’t going to trust me to take care of you. Besides, I thought I might need help with Jeanne. You wanted her to have immediate medical treatment, but every time I mentioned her going home to her parents, she got hysterical. Margaret seemed to be able to keep her calm.” He paused. “That poor kid wouldn’t let anyone near her but Margaret.”

“You can hardly blame her after what she’s gone through. I’m glad Margaret is here.”

“She’s already persuaded her to start therapy.” He grimaced. “But Margaret left it up to me to call her parents and talk them into leaving her alone until she feels she can face them. That won’t be easy.”