sigh, having failed to recognize that Tess was speaking another language.
Tess had reminded Matt that heâd once taught her how to throw him, unbeknownst to her father, who would have thought the close physical contact between them indecent.
âI never babble,â Tess denied with a sleepy chuckle. âDo I, Cousin Matt?â
âOnly when youâre recovering from sword wounds,â he said dryly. He pulled out his watch, checked the time and slid it back into the watch pocket of his silk vest. âIâd better get back to work. Iâve used up my lunch break,â he added, leading the women away from the real reason for his presence. âIâll check on you later, Tess. Take care.â
He smiled at Mrs. Hayes, put his hat back on and closed the door behind him.
âHeâs a fine figure of a man,â Mrs. Hayes remarked as she began to cast on stitches for the woolly cap she was knitting. âGood to have around in an emergency, and thatâs for sure.â
âYes, he is, isnât he?â Tess was still feeling the heat of that look heâd given her, and even in retrospect it was exciting. Matt was like a volcano. Only a very little fire escaped until an eruption was imminent. She wondered what violent passions he hid behind that calm face, and colored as she realized the track of her errant thoughts.
Mrs. Hayes glanced at her patient, put her wool aside, and stood up. âYouâre flushed again. Iâll wet some more cloths. Poor child, youâve had a terrible time of it.â
âI feel more fit, though,â Tess assured her companion. âTomorrow, if the fever goes down, Iâd like to get up a little, so that I wonât be so weak.â She smiled ruefully. âAfter all, I have to earn my living.â
Mrs. Hayes put another cool cloth on Tessâs forehead. âMay I ask you something?â
âOf course,â Tess murmured.
âWhy have you never married? Surely youâve had many chances.â
âIâve had one, but from a man for whom I had no respect, none at all,â she added, recalling the cavalryman in Montana with his studied arrogance and persistence. âI should have stayed single forever rather than marry such a bounder.â
âWise girl. I married for love, but I was one of the lucky ones. My husband and I have three children living, out of the ten that I birthed.â She sat back down and concentrated on her knitting. âWeâve had hard times, but we always had each other when things got bad.â She smiled at Tess. âI donât suppose you and Mr. Davisâ¦?â
âMatt is my cousin,â Tess said evasively, and closed her eyes. She didnât like remembering Mattâs views on marriage, as well as the mixing of races.
All the same, it was hard to put out of her mind the look in Mattâs black eyes when he came close to her. He was attracted to her; she knew that. But a man could be attracted and still not love. Physical attraction alone was never enough. She loved him. Nothing short of a love as powerful as her own being reciprocated would be enough. Tess closed her eyes. She might as well try to sleep. Lamenting the future was fruitless.
She concentrated on breathing slowly and evenly. Minutes later she drifted off into a restless sleep.
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M ATT VISITED FIVE TELEGRAPH offices before he found one with a clerk named Collier. He wrote a telegraph to one of his operatives whom heâd dispatched to an outlying town, mentioning that his cousin Tess Meredith had been wounded by an unknown assailant and that he wouldnât be in the office for two days, and instructing the man to contact Senior Agent Riley Blair if he needed assistance before Thursday. Then he signed his name.
He handed the message to the clerk and watched closely as Collier read it and noted Tessâs name. There wasnât much response. Only a mere twitching of the muscles
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