in it this time.â
âDid he?â Matt asked with a faint smile. âFeeling up to a question?â
She nodded. Her lovely long blond hair was loose and hung over her shoulders like a cloud of gold. Matt stared at her appreciatively for a moment before he moved closer to the bed and looked down into her wan face.
âThat young woman who goes to meetings with you, who is she?â
âYou mean Nan?â
âYes.â
âHer last name is Collier,â she said in a strained tone, wincing as she moved her sore arm. âHer husband, Dennis, is a telegraph clerk somewhere. Why do you ask?â
She didnât know that sheâd given him the information he wanted, without his having to pry it out of her.
âI wondered if you might like to have her visit you,â he said, lying through his teeth. âSheâs the only real friend youâve made since you came to Chicago.â
âThatâs nice of you, Matt,â she said. Her tongue felt almost too thick for speech. âBut I donât think her husband would like it. Heâs very angry that she comes to our meetings, and forbids her to attend more than one a week. She has to sneak out if she comes to more than that. Iâm sure he wouldnât approve of her coming here.â
Another wealth of information. He scowled as he saw her face contort.
âIt must hurt a lot,â he said.
âMy mouth is dry,â she replied. âCould I have some water, Mrs. Hayes?â
âCertainly, dear. Here you go.â
Matt took the cup from her with a smile. He lifted Tessâs head, his hand buried in that thick, silky blond hair, and he held the glass to her lips, watching them move weakly as she drank. Her hair felt soft, he thought, and her eyelashes were long and thick, too. Under them, her pale green eyes were the color of the leaves on the cottonwoods early in spring.
âHad enough?â he asked.
âYes, thanks.â She smiled up at him, but the look in his eyes froze the smile. She couldnât look away. Even in her weakened condition, Matt at close range was overwhelmingly attractive to her.
His face filling her eyes, his breath on her mouth, he eased her very slowly down onto the pillow. His eyes were black and unblinking. He hesitated there, the glass forgotten in his hand, as he searched Tessâs soft, shocked eyes.
âMind that glass, Mr. Davis,â Mrs. Hayes murmured as she searched for her knitting needles. âIâve already spilled one glass of water over her this morning and had to air the bedclothes.â
He stood up abruptly, putting the glass down on the bedside table with too much deliberation. âShe does look better,â he said after a minute. His voice sounded hoarse. Tessâs heartbeat was visible at her throat.
âI told you so.â Mrs. Hayes chuckled. She took out her yarn and sat down in the rocking chair beside the bed. âMrs. Mulhaney is fixing some nice chicken dumplings for supper this evening. Tess said she thinks she can eat something today.â
âNot too much,â Matt cautioned. âSheâs still pretty frail.â
Tess smiled at him, all the fight gone out of her as the fever fluctuated. âThanks for coming home to see about me,â she said. âWhen I get better, can I borrow your knife?â
The unexpected question threw him off balance. âWhy?â
âI want to have a conversation with the man who cut me,â she murmured weakly. âYou can hold him while I talk to him with yourâ¦your knife in my hand.â
âTess, Iâm shocked!â he lied.
She chuckled weakly and closed her eyes. âIsnât he luckyâ¦that I was on the ground and helpless?â she asked wearily. âI still remember how to throw people. You taught me, remember?â She murmured softly in Sioux and Matt smiled.
âThere she goes, babbling again,â Mrs. Hayes said with a
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