You'll have to have a sponge bath before we go on, Mr. Fairfax. There's a question of infection here." To her surprise, the recalcitrant visitor was looking at her in a different way-his hazel eyes were twinkling with weary mischief, and his voice was lower. Smoother. "How much does that cost? A sponge bath, I mean?" Emma frowned, puzzled. "Cost?" Fairfax smiled at her, showing that fine set of teeth Emma remembered from their earlier encounter. He looked rather like a gentleman when he did that, instead of a trail bum down on his luck. "You know." Emma had no time to debate. "I'm sorry," she said, on her way out the door. "I'm afraid I don't." She left the room again and came back soon after with a basin of hot water, soap, a washcloth and a towel. "You really are a great deal of trouble, Mr. Fairfax." "Steven," he corrected. Emma looked at him in confusion. "Steven." "May I call you Emma?" "No," Emma replied, uncomfortable with his familiarity. "You certainly may not. It wouldn't be proper." He grinned as though she'd said something funny. "Proper?" he repeated, and he chuckled. Emma lathered up the washcloth and set about cleaning him up as best she could. Of course, she wasn't about to deal with any part of his anatomy besides his arms and chest. "There's money over there, in the pocket of my coat," he said, when Emma was rinsing away the soap. "Good," Emma said disinterestedly. "You'll want to buy yourself another set of clothes. I'd be glad to do that for you on my way home from the library tomorrow." He watched her, his eyes dancing in his wan face. "How long have you been working here?" She wrung out the washcloth. "Working here? I don't work here-I'm the town librarian. This is my home." At that Steven gave a hoarse cough of laughter. "You're a librarian? That's a new one." Emma was cutting a sheet into strips. "A new what?" "Listen, when you're through with these bandages, I could use a little comforting." She
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