the Jacksons into a large sitting room. Sam’s ribs ached something fierce, but he remained seated on an overstuffed chair until Elisabeth finished her chores and joined them.
“Excuse me,” he said to the others. “I’m going to go upstairs and lie down.”
Beatrice and Rhys said their goodbyes, and he climbed the stairs, Elisabeth on his heels.
“Would you like your medicine?” she asked.
He shook his head. “I’ll just lie down.”
“Suit yourself.”
“You don’t have to take me anywhere tomorrow. I’m sure I can find a driver and a buggy.”
“If my father doesn’t return, I’ll accompany you,” she assured him. She lit the lamp on the bureau and turned down the covers on the bed. Picking up the empty pitcher, she headed for the door. “I’ll bring fresh water as soon as I’ve heated more.”
“Much obliged,” he said with a nod. Once she was gone, he eased onto the bed and closed his eyes. He didn’t like being indisposed, and he really didn’t like being indebted to the ungracious Elisabeth Hart. Even if she did have the prettiest eyes this side of the Rio Grande. It had been plain from the start that she didn’t want any part of him and was only seeing to his needs out of obedience to her father.
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