“Do you need help with your coat?” “I think I’ll leave it on,” Gray said, his jaw tight. “You need to take it off so I can see your wounds,” Michaela argued. Gray let out a strangled groan. “You don’t need to fuss over me.” “I’m not fussing.” She grabbed the pitcher and basin off the shelf in the corner. “I don’t wish to be left a widow out here. Or worse, have to steal away to go see a naked Indian in the night in hopes he has a miracle cure for a wound you’re too stubborn to expose.” A smile tugged at the corners of his sore lips. “All right. Come help me. But then we need to talk.” “Believe me, I have no desire to leave this room until we’ve both shown our hands, so to speak.” She walked over to him and carefully helped him peel his tattered and stained coatee off. She set it on the bed then willed her hands to be steady and gentle as she went to work on the buttons of his shirt.
What do You think about The Officer And The Traveler?
