![]() ![]() He pivoted and found Diana at his door, tray of food in her arms. Reaching back made the pain double, and he let out his breath through his nose with a low moan of discomfort. ![]() ![]() But he gritted his teeth and slowly put his arm through the hole. It required moving in ways that did not make his shoulder happy. When did she have time to do the laundering with all the other things she did? At some point Diana had placed his few shirts and trousers in the closet, folded neatly. He moved to the wardrobe in the corner of the room and opened it. To make certain she was not troubled or pained by what they’d done.Īnd that required putting on his clothes. “She truly is a witch,” he mused aloud, then threw off the covers and gingerly stepped from the bed. It came, but it was still less than usual. Slowly, he sat up, bracing for increased pain. That scent was the only indication she had been in his bed. That proved their night of passion had not been an addled dream brought on by laudanum and pain.Īnd yet he woke alone. He could smell Diana’s perfume on his pillow, that sweet vanilla scent of her hair that made a man mad. There was something else that was different too. He did not want to wrench his shoulder from his body, at least. It was there, yes, still burning and clawing, but it had lessened. And he realized with a start that it was the pain. Lucas jolted awake with the same jarring suddenness that he had in the past six months. ![]()
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