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Оглавление“Let’s get this injury seen to, and then you can have some hot breakfast.”
Their gazes met for seconds. Her whiskey-brown eyes caused the oddest sensation in the pit of his stomach, like butterflies flittering from flower to flower.
Men’s stomachs weren’t supposed to flutter.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.” She smiled. Her eyes sparkled.
“Now take your pills and drink your coffee. I’ll see you in the kitchen in ten minutes.”
“Wait!” Isaac didn’t know why he’d called out to her, and then realized he didn’t want her to leave. It had been a long time since he’d had a conversation with anyone, much less a kindhearted woman who made him feel alive. “What’s your name?”
“Margaret, but everyone calls me Molly,” she said, whirled round and then was gone.
The door shut behind her and he stared at the spot where she’d stood. When she’d left, all the life seemed to have been sucked out of the tiny room with her.
