“Sunlight gleamed off a pile of metal parts heaped on a table. She blinked. Where was she? This didn’t look like her room in the Great House. She breathed in the fresh, clean scent of her pillowcase. It certainly wasn’t the ferryman’s filthy cabin. She sat up and quickly lowered her feet to the floor. “Aah!” Something jerked beneath her feet. “Aah!” She responded with a gasp of her own and leaned back onto the bed, tucking her feet up beside her. She squinted at the moaning man. “Tho...mas?” He lay on the floor beside the bed, his knees drawn up, his face red. A hissing sound emerged from his gritted teeth. “God . . . bless . . . America.” “Are you’re injured?” “Bloody . . . hell, woman. You stepped on me.” “I—” Caroline noted his hands cupping his groin. “I suppose that hurts?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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