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Оглавление‘Um…doesn’t your wife cook?’ she asked, but the idea didn’t last.
She almost forgot the question before it was out of her mouth. The heat of the fire, the morphine and the events of the night were catching up with her. Her words were slurring.
He smiled back at her. ‘You want to concentrate on staying awake ’til your bed’s made?’
She tried. But as he lifted her over onto the fresh sheets, as he drew the blankets over her, she felt her lids drooping and no amount of effort could keep them from closing.
‘Thank you,’ she murmured. It seemed enormously important to say it. ‘Thank you for everything.’
‘My pleasure,’ he said, in an odd, thoughtful voice. ‘It’s all my pleasure, Dr Carmody. You go to sleep and don’t worry about a thing.’
He touched her face. There it was again—this…strangeness. It was a tiny gesture, and why it should seem so personal…so right…
There was no figuring it out. She was too tired to try.
‘G’nigh…’ she whispered.
