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- Books by Lori Wick
- About the Author
Sean watched as a woman of medium height and narrow frame walked into the room. Her hair was dark, with just a touch of gray, and was pulled into a fat bun on the top of her head.
You can introduce me now, Charlie, Sadie instructed after shed lit a lantern and inspected Sean from the top of his shaggy head to the tips of his grimy boots.
Charlie cleared her throat uncomfortably. Sadie, this is my husband, Patrick Dono
Sean, Sean interrupted softly, never taking his eyes from his wifes face. I go by my middle name, Sean.
Charlie returned his look for the space of a second, and then introduced him as Sean Donovan. Upon the correct introduction, Seans gaze swung to Sadie, whose face seemed to have softened from when she had first entered the room.
Charlie tells me you want a bath.
Only if its no trouble, Sean said, his voice still soft.
Sadie couldnt believe her ears. She looked at Charlie, only to see that she was not the least bit surprised by her husbands considerate attitude.
You dont act like a bank robber, Sadie blurted unthinkingly.
Sean glanced at Charlie. So Ive been told.
Well, enough small talk. All at once Sadie became very brisk. The big tub is in the pantry. You can drag it out here and Ill fill it for you.
Do you suppose I could get something of Uncle Harrys from upstairs?
Sure, look in that trunk at the end of my bed. Sadies gaze traveled over Seans back as he hefted the tub in his arms. There wont be anything to fit him, but at least hell be covered while his clothes get washed.
Sean let his body sink as far down into the tub as the sides would allow. The water had been almost too hot to touch when hed first lowered himself in, but now it was just right, and Sean wished he could lay there all night.
Hed lathered up already and now his head rested on the rim of the tub. His knees were in the air. He let his eyes slide shut. It was then he heard the voices.
I cant do that.
Sure you can, came Sadies kind voice. I know things arent like that between you, but he is your husband. Now just take these clothes to him and get his dirty ones.
Cant you do it?
Sean didnt hear the reply, but it must have been negative, for a few seconds later his wife entered the room. Sean had to force himself not to cover up, since he believed it would only make an embarrassing situation worse. Charlie, he noticed, was careful not to look anywhere but the floor, even when she addressed him.
Heres a shirt and some pants that belonged to Sadies late husband. Ill wash your other stuff when we get home.
Thank you.