He wondered if she’d had much rest at all since his poisoning. Sleeping in the chair, she hardly looked like a wise woman. Instead, she appeared almost angelic. Her red hair had come loose from its confinement and curls framed her freckled face. He’d never been partial to women with red hair and freckles before. Most of his women had been blond. Still, there was something that drew him to her. It was madness. He couldn’t seduce his wise woman. The complications from that union could be enormous and the first would be her mother. Mrs. Featherstone was a formidable lady, indeed. There were few people—much less women—who could intimidate him, but she came close. As if realizing she was being watched, Tia blinked her doe-like eyes open. A slow smile lifted her lips. “How are you?” “Much better. My eyesight and hearing appear to be back to normal. And if my grumbling stomach is any indication, I would love to eat something a little more substantial.” “Of course. You could try a sandwich.”
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