understand that you don’t want to go to your canine therapy appointment.” Frustration with her resistance made him sound sterner than he’d intended.
“You understand correctly.” She stepped back into the room.
He moved to just inside the doorway. “It’s part of the program here. Everyone’s required to participate.”
“Why?” She stood feet slightly apart as if preparing for a fight.
He lowered his voice. “Because we’ve found that people recover faster when part of their therapy involves a dog. It’s almost crucial to full recuperation. Why don’t you let me show you the way to the center?”
“No, thank you.” She put her hand on the door.
His brow rose. Did she intend to close it on him? “Are you in pain? Do I need to speak to Flora?”
A look of something close to panic filled her eyes. “No, I’m just tired. I don’t feel like it today.”
He checked his watch. It was too late now for her to go anyway. She had already wasted half her time. “Okay, that’s understandable. Rest is good. Take the remainder of the afternoon off. I’ll see you at dinner.”
She made no comment as she closed the door.
Lyle had to back out into the hall to avoid having the door shut in his face. When was the last time he’d been thrown out of a room? He couldn’t even remember one. People didn’t treat him like that, yet Cass had effectively done so. He shook his head. She would be a tough nut to crack.
It was almost dark when Lyle started for home. Cass hadn’t been at dinner. Neither had she ordered a tray. He had left his meal long enough to go to her room, determined he’d be less understanding this time. If she couldn’t follow the clinic protocols, she would be transferred elsewhere.
There was no answer when he knocked on her door. He tried three times before he called her name. Finally, he opened the door a crack and listened for the shower running. Nothing. He called again then stuck his head in to look. Cass wasn’t there. First thing in the morning he was going to confront her when she showed up for her PT session with Flora.
A short time later Lyle turned to go through the gate leading to his cottage when he saw a dark shadow of a person down the way. They were sitting on the fence. Who was it? He was acquainted with most people around here but didn’t recognize this person. The locals knew better than to sit outside at this time of year. His conscience wouldn’t allow him to go home without first checking on the stranger.
He didn’t wish to scare whoever it was, so he approached slowly. Still, there was no movement. Were they so deep in their thoughts they didn’t hear him walking up? He stepped closer. He still couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman. The person didn’t move. He went nearer, close enough he could touch them. Just as he was about to, they turned and looked at him. Cass! He had assumed she was safely in the castle somewhere, if not already back in her room. He would have never thought she might wander out into the night and cold. What had possessed her to come outside?
All she wore was a thin jacket. Her hands were shoved into her pockets. She wasn’t dressed adequately for this weather. She should have on a woolly hat and scarf and a thicker jacket. “What’re you doing here?”
She looked away, toward the last of the dying light.
“Are you okay? It’s much too cold to be sitting here.”
“I had to get out. I’ve been cooped up in a hospital for weeks. I needed some fresh air.” Her words were so soft he leaned forward to hear them.
Lyle glanced in the direction she was looking and saw nothing that should hold her attention. He could only guess that her thoughts were so deep she had no idea what danger she was in. Could she even find her way back to the castle?
But first things first. “How long have you been out here?”
It took a moment before she answered, “I don’t know.”
Had frostbite started? He needed to get her out of the cold.
“Why’re you here, Doctor?” Her voice sounded stronger.
That was encouraging. Much more like herself than her first few words. He pointed. “I live just down the lane there.”
“Oh.” Cass glanced over her shoulder then shrugged as if disinterested.
“I went to your room looking for you during dinner. I thought by now you would’ve come out of hiding and gone to your room for the night, prepared to ignore any knock on your door.” He took a seat beside her.
This time she really looked at him. “What gave you that idea?”
“The expression on your face when I told you that you’d be expected for dinner in the dining room. I guessed you weren’t planning to come. However, I didn’t expect you to run outside to get away.”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m gonna make those communal meals. And I’m not running away.”
“We’re not going to discuss that now. What we need to do is get you inside and warmed up.” He stood.
Cass didn’t move. Instead, her attention went to the sky once more. “Don’t worry about me. I’m all right.”
Lyle’s brows drew together. He was sure she didn’t appreciate the full effect of his reaction because of the dim lighting. “So you’re knowledgeable enough about the area that you can get around without getting lost?”
Cass straightened and glared at him. “I work in search and rescue. I assure you I can manage to get myself back to the castle.”
There was spunk in her voice. “That remains to be seen. You’re obviously ignorant of the danger of being out in this weather without adequate clothing. I’m not taking any chances on losing one of our residents to exposure. Right now, you’re going to the closest warm place and that’s my cottage. When you’re defrosted and dry, I’ll walk you back to the castle.”
It wasn’t until that moment that Cass registered she was bone cold. How long had she been sitting here, staring off into space?
“Come with me. My cottage isn’t far.” He offered his large gloved hand, palm up.
She stared at it a moment. Was she acting crazy, like he already thought she was? Cass took his hand just long enough to slide off the wall. He turned and she trailed after him. They didn’t go far before they entered a small clearing with a two-story stone cottage sitting in the middle. Trees surrounded it. A light over the door was on and another burned brightly in the window. Someone was expecting him.
“Is your wife going to mind you bringing a wayward patient home?”
“If I had one, she wouldn’t mind.” He walked to the door and opened it, then turned and waited for her to enter.
Cass
