the bed, his thigh screaming with the effort. Lowering himself onto the clean linens, he let out a deep breath.
“Wonderful, Lieutenant!” Catherine sounded pleased. “But don’t overdo it.”
He figured he might overdo just about anything if she asked him to. “No danger of that,” he said hoarsely.
“Can I get you anything? A drink of water maybe?”
He wanted more whiskey, to blot her blue eyes right out of his mind. “No thanks.”
Davis Lee scooped up the soiled sheets from the floor. “I’ll carry these out for you.”
She followed him to the door, glancing back at Jericho. He gave her a flat stare. There was nothing between them and there wouldn’t be. He’d gone soft in the head because of his injury, but he had hold of his senses now.
She searched his face, opening her mouth as if she wanted to say something. Then she shook her head and walked out. “I appreciate all your help, Davis Lee.”
Jericho heard them step outside, saw them walk past the porch toward the kettle. A warm breeze moved over his chest and legs, calling to mind the soft caress of her hands on him earlier today.
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