"You can only see him for a minute," the nurse told her. "He’s asleep now, resting. He’s very poorly still. Please try not to disturb him." She scowled suspiciously at the marriage registration. This scrap of a girl certainly didn’t look like a suitable match for the wealthy man who’d purchased the best coverage money could buy. His clothes, and the money inside them, didn’t speak of someone likely to marry this African waif. But the girl had the ID and the doctor had agreed to let her see the man.