Besides, what did he expect? She hadn’t been able to concentrate since he’d jumped down her throat. She’d barely gotten her book open before he’d walked in. She’d wanted to read, but then she’d lain there thinking about why he was angry. She’d tried to be gentle, but he’d told her to clean his wound well. She gazed up at him. He was so lovely to look upon, just like Captain Wentworth, the seafaring man in her book. But Ross was real. She had to admit that she’d liked running her fingers through his hair. She should feel bad for taking advantage of him, because she’d run her hand through his hair a second time, because really, when would she ever get a chance like that again? She’d gotten to kiss him repeatedly . . . three times total! But who was counting? This was no time to bask in the revelations of his kiss, though she’d known by looking at him, Ross would be amazing at it. She should just be grateful for all the glorious blessings she’d had today, instead of pondering Ross’s sudden mood change.
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