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He was a specimen of strong heritage.

Henrietta refused to fault herself for noticing the thickness of St. Raven’s hair or the confidence in his stride. His skin shone with good health and his white, cared-for teeth hinted at a fastidious nature.

Yes, even a doctor could note such things. The churning in her stomach was very natural, she assured herself. Simply a physical and chemical reaction.

And then he turned and saw her.

She, quiet and unobtrusive, edged as close to a wall as possible, yet he saw her. Their gazes connected. She looked quickly away, eager to discourage him from approaching her.

The tactic did not work. Trying not to frown, she nodded a greeting as he neared.

“I see you are walking without pain,” she said promptly.

“Is that why you were studying me so closely?”