The blush started at her toes and worked its way up. She threw her right arm over her face. "Go dry your hair," she said, mortified. "Please." Richard gently pulled her arm away and peered down at her, his expression grave. "Are you in pain? Saints, but the fever has begun again. You're flushed." "I'm embarrassed!" He blinked. "Why?" Jessica ignored the fact that Warren was standing not a handful of feet away from them, listening as if being able to repeat every word was imperative to his survival. "If you don't know," she said tartly, "I'm not about to tell you." Realization dawned. She saw it in his eyes. And in the color that leaped to his cheeks. He lowered her arm to her side carefully and frowned. "No one else saw," he muttered. "You did!" "What was I to do?" he countered defensively. "Leave you be?" "No," she moaned. He took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. "I tended you as best I knew how," he said roughly. "I wasn't about to leave you to some addle-witted leech.
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