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Оглавление“I want you to sleep here tonight,” Meg said.
Tye opened his eyes lethargically.
“Those stairs aren’t too easy to climb, and that floor up there is too hard. You’ll sleep here.”
Her damp fingers touched his lips before he could form a protest. The intimacy startled them both, and she drew her hand away.
Her touch remained on his mouth. She backed away, took the cooled towel from his thigh and gently dried his skin.
And then she touched him. She held a bottle of liniment in one hand, and with the other she worked the greasy salve into his puckered skin without a qualm. His leg absorbed the warmth, and he relaxed even more, once again allowing his eyes to close.
He sensed when she’d left the room, for the heat and the light seemed to leave with her. He experienced the softness of the mattress beneath him, the gentle brush of cool night air from the open window, and wearily tried to recapture the glow of her presence....
