Jamie called. “Yes,” she answered and picked up the box. She sniffed a bit and put on a smile. She wasn’t going to let Jamie see how much he’d upset her. As she rounded the corner, Jamie was coming toward her on his crutches. But before he could say anything, there was a knock on the door. “Fun’s over,” he mumbled. When he nodded at the box, she shoved it way back on a shelf of the dresser, and Jamie opened the door. It was Ian. “I have been given instructions to equip this room with a properly set table for dinner tonight. Dr. Huntley and his wife had dishes and silver sent over from Kingsley House. You two need to get dressed.” Ian stepped inside. “It’s a sauna in here! Did you have a fire going?” “Yeah,” Jamie said. “With the storm, it was cold in here.” “Storm?” Ian said. “We’ve been on the beach today and it was so sunny we nearly fried. We went through a dozen tubes of sunscreen.” “Maybe it was a localized storm,” Jamie said. Ian unhooked the double doors and threw them both open.
