Never Seduce A Scot: The Montgomerys And Armstrongs - Plot & Excerpts
It took her several long moments to collect herself and realize that she was abed with Graeme. And she was starving. She pushed upward, her entire body protesting the movement. She turned to squint toward the window as sunlight bathed her entire face. It had to be midday at the very least. When she turned back to Graeme, intent on tending his wound, she found him awake and regarding her with a probing stare. Her hand went to his shoulder, but he caught her palm and slid his fingers over hers, curling them around her hand. He moved it to his chest, holding it there for a long moment. “Are you …” She cleared her throat, coughed, and then started again. Her throat wasn’t as sore, but the words still felt blocked and rusty. “Are you well?” she asked. “Are you in pain? Should I fetch Nigel?” Graeme pulled her to him so she was sprawled against his chest, her face just inches from his. “The question is how are you feeling?” he said. “Do you hurt still? Are you still fatigued?
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