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The man was much stronger than she'd realized. Fiona wasn't certain she could get up without a struggle.
Her most startling realization was that she was in no way frightened of him, despite the fact that she'd
never been this close to a male other than her father.
She forced herself to relax, hoping he would release his hold on her. The tea she'd given him should ease
him into sleep in a few minutes.
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He turned his face toward hers and nuzzled her neck.
"Mmm," he murmured, "you smell nice."
She froze in disbelief. He flicked his tongue along her earlobe, causing her to shiver. When he slipped his
hand beneath her robe and gown and stroked her bare breast, she almost strangled on her gasp. He
made a sound of contentment as he continued to stroke and caress her, causing her nipple to pucker in
the palm of his hand. A surge of pure sensual pleasure swept over her.
Fiona panicked. She could not allow this to continue. He would be horribly embarrassed later on as
would she! when he recalled what he had done.
Greg nibbled on her ear before he licked it again.
"Mr. Dumas," she managed to say when she was able to catch her breath. "You really need to rest."
He ignored her and trailed kisses along her neck and the curve of her shoulder. "Stay with me," he
whispered, his husky voice vibrating in her ear. "I've missed you so much, sweetheart. There were times
when I thought I'd die from the pain of losing you. But you're here now. Stay with me and let me love
you."
Finally, the soporific effect of the tea kicked in and his hand slid away from her breast. She swallowed,
willing her heart and breathing to slow down.
Fiona carefully left the bed, watching him with a combination of dismay and an unexpected yearning
she'd never experienced before. His thick dark hair fell across his forehead. His face was flushed with
fever and Fiona had an almost uncontrollable urge to push his hair away from his face and thread her
fingers through its silky softness.
She knew better than to act on her impulse. She slipped out of the bedroom before temptation became
too much for her to resist and hurried to the kitchen. She needed a dose of her own herbal tea to soothe
and relax her.
While she sipped from her cup a few minutes later, Fiona reminded herself that Greg hadn't known what
he was doing. His fever had climbed rapidly since he'd gone to bed, which wasn't a good sign.
She was worried about him. She gathered up supplies, including tea and ointments, and returned to his
room. She felt she needed to keep a closer eye on his condition.
Fiona found him restlessly moving his legs, muttering incomprehensibly. He said the name Jill several
times, as though she were there. He was talking to her, pleading with her.
His fever needed to come down. Fiona had mixed stronger herbs to help contain the infection that was
causing the fever.
She sat beside him and said, "Mr. Dumas & please drink this." She slipped her arm beneath his head,
held the cup to his lips and managed to get him to drink without spilling it.
Once the cup was drained, she stepped away from him. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep,
knowing that the infection appeared to have progressed enough to overcome him.
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Fiona settled into a large overstuffed chair in the corner of the room. Within minutes McTavish showed
up at the door. He watched her for a moment before he ambled across the room to the chair where she
was. He stretched out on the floor in front of her, forming a footrest for her.
She pulled a blanket around her shoulders and began her wait for her newest patient to respond to the
medications.
* * *
He couldn't breathe.
A heavy weight rested on his chest, forcing him to push hard to get air into his lungs.
He coughed and a sharp pain shot through his chest.
Something was wrong with him.
The painful coughing continued, stealing what little breath he managed to get.
A voice murmured nearby. Soft hands cooled his body with a moist cloth that caused him to shiver.
"Jill?" he whispered hoarsely.
"It's Fiona. Drink this & it will help."
A soothing liquid trickled into his mouth and down his parched throat. He relaxed and allowed the
moisture to ease his dry throat.
Fiona. He'd heard that name before. Did he know a Fiona? He couldn't recall.
Oh. He remembered now. He was looking for a Fiona. He couldn't remember why, but he knew finding
her was important.
He must have found her. That was good because he had to get home.
Tina needed him.
Jill needed him.
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The man was much stronger than she'd realized. Fiona wasn't certain she could get up without a struggle.
Her most startling realization was that she was in no way frightened of him, despite the fact that she'd
never been this close to a male other than her father.
She forced herself to relax, hoping he would release his hold on her. The tea she'd given him should ease
him into sleep in a few minutes.
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He turned his face toward hers and nuzzled her neck.
"Mmm," he murmured, "you smell nice."
She froze in disbelief. He flicked his tongue along her earlobe, causing her to shiver. When he slipped his
hand beneath her robe and gown and stroked her bare breast, she almost strangled on her gasp. He
made a sound of contentment as he continued to stroke and caress her, causing her nipple to pucker in
the palm of his hand. A surge of pure sensual pleasure swept over her.
Fiona panicked. She could not allow this to continue. He would be horribly embarrassed later on as
would she! when he recalled what he had done.
Greg nibbled on her ear before he licked it again.
"Mr. Dumas," she managed to say when she was able to catch her breath. "You really need to rest."
He ignored her and trailed kisses along her neck and the curve of her shoulder. "Stay with me," he
whispered, his husky voice vibrating in her ear. "I've missed you so much, sweetheart. There were times
when I thought I'd die from the pain of losing you. But you're here now. Stay with me and let me love
you."
Finally, the soporific effect of the tea kicked in and his hand slid away from her breast. She swallowed,
willing her heart and breathing to slow down.
Fiona carefully left the bed, watching him with a combination of dismay and an unexpected yearning
she'd never experienced before. His thick dark hair fell across his forehead. His face was flushed with
fever and Fiona had an almost uncontrollable urge to push his hair away from his face and thread her
fingers through its silky softness.
She knew better than to act on her impulse. She slipped out of the bedroom before temptation became
too much for her to resist and hurried to the kitchen. She needed a dose of her own herbal tea to soothe
and relax her.
While she sipped from her cup a few minutes later, Fiona reminded herself that Greg hadn't known what
he was doing. His fever had climbed rapidly since he'd gone to bed, which wasn't a good sign.
She was worried about him. She gathered up supplies, including tea and ointments, and returned to his
room. She felt she needed to keep a closer eye on his condition.
Fiona found him restlessly moving his legs, muttering incomprehensibly. He said the name Jill several
times, as though she were there. He was talking to her, pleading with her.
His fever needed to come down. Fiona had mixed stronger herbs to help contain the infection that was
causing the fever.
She sat beside him and said, "Mr. Dumas & please drink this." She slipped her arm beneath his head,
held the cup to his lips and managed to get him to drink without spilling it.
Once the cup was drained, she stepped away from him. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep,
knowing that the infection appeared to have progressed enough to overcome him.
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Fiona settled into a large overstuffed chair in the corner of the room. Within minutes McTavish showed
up at the door. He watched her for a moment before he ambled across the room to the chair where she
was. He stretched out on the floor in front of her, forming a footrest for her.
She pulled a blanket around her shoulders and began her wait for her newest patient to respond to the
medications.
* * *
He couldn't breathe.
A heavy weight rested on his chest, forcing him to push hard to get air into his lungs.
He coughed and a sharp pain shot through his chest.
Something was wrong with him.
The painful coughing continued, stealing what little breath he managed to get.
A voice murmured nearby. Soft hands cooled his body with a moist cloth that caused him to shiver.
"Jill?" he whispered hoarsely.
"It's Fiona. Drink this & it will help."
A soothing liquid trickled into his mouth and down his parched throat. He relaxed and allowed the
moisture to ease his dry throat.
Fiona. He'd heard that name before. Did he know a Fiona? He couldn't recall.
Oh. He remembered now. He was looking for a Fiona. He couldn't remember why, but he knew finding
her was important.
He must have found her. That was good because he had to get home.
Tina needed him.
Jill needed him.
No. It was too late to help Jill. He couldn't do anything to save her. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]