Fortune Said: A Valentine Haberdashers Tale - Plot & Excerpts
Whitman was an inveterate flirt. She remembered how horrible she felt when she awoke from the fever, and hers hadn't lasted as long. If he could lie there teasing her about being his Valentine when he most likely ached in every muscle then he had a greater fortitude than she. "Do you have any other requests than the brandy?" He closed his eyes with a small smile. "Not at the moment, but I will keep the offer in mind." Without the fear of her patient's imminent death, Sissy took the opportunity to stretch her legs and fetch his drink herself. The hallway was deserted and the deep pile of the runner made her own passage silent. The first floor was quiet as well. It wasn't until she descended into the kitchens that she heard voices and activity. Dibbs saw her almost immediately. His eyes were still reddened a bit from earlier and she saw a flare of fear. "Is he still all right?" She nodded. "He's just insisting on some brandy. I assume that wouldn't be an imposition?" "I'll fetch it." Grace Dibbs, the butler's wife, came over to Sissy.
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