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Оглавление“Do you do that often?” Greta asked.
He opened his eyes and frowned. “Do I do what?”
“Refuse help when you need it?”
He gave her a wry smile. “Am I guilty of being prideful? I have been, but I’m learning that I can’t do everything.”
Greta gathered her things. “Then stretch out on this bench and take a nap. I will keep an eye on your sister and wake you if she needs anything.”
He nodded his consent. Greta moved up to one of the single seats where she could keep an eye on Marianne and on Toby. He folded his long legs on the seat and pillowed his head on his coat. It wasn’t long before his breathing became deep and even and she knew he was asleep.
She had never watched a man sleeping before. At least no one younger than the elders who sometimes nodded off during the long church services.
At leisure to study him, Greta assessed his features one by one, trying to decide why she was so attracted to him.
The lines of strain around Toby’s eyes touched a chord within her. She wanted to see them soothed away.
