She accepted the tumbler of water gratefully, rinsing her mouth thoroughly before drinking. The tumbler was almost empty when she returned it with a faded, “Thank you. Now we need to take care of your hand.” He would have offered Laurel his arm for the rest of the walk through the garden, but her taut face made it clear that she was strung as tight as a drumhead. He swore silently, thinking that the ease they’d gained in the dancing had been lost again. He’d dared hope that when they were private, there would be another kiss, and perhaps more. Now she looked as if she’d shatter if he touched her. “We need to go to an examination room so I can see your hand more clearly,” Laurel said. “It’s not serious. My fingers still work.” When he wiggled them as proof, he was rewarded with a vicious stab of pain. Blood was seeping through the handkerchief he’d wrapped around the injury. “As Daniel said, ‘Nonetheless.’ It must be treated.” He thought about asking how she was, but wasn’t sure how well his concern would be received.
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