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The soft, deep voice was enough to finally raise Charlies eyes to her husbands, and she stared for a moment in fascination at the blush that covered his cheeks.
When youre done, well go. The words were nearly stuttered in her haste, and Charlie exited the room just as swiftly.
Sean immediately reached for the length of toweling that Sadie had left, and then forced himself into the pants Charlie had brought him.
He emptied the tub outside. The opening and closing of the back door must have signaled the two women, for just as soon as Sean had his shoes on, Sadie and Charlie returned.
They both came to a complete stop just inside the kitchen door and stared at Sean. The borrowed pants were too tight and stopped two inches above his ankles. He hadnt buttoned the front of the shirt because the fabric wouldnt meet over his chest. The seams on the arms and shoulders were stretched to capacity. The women could only stare.
Thank you for the bath, Sean finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence. And for the loan of the clothes.
Again Sadie looked at her niece. Her eyes seemed to be asking if this man was real or merely imagined.
Sean was relieved when Charlie moved toward the door. Goodnight, Sadie, and thanks.
Sean nodded to the older woman and followed his wife. As soon as they reached the house, Charlie set to work washing her husbands clothes. He stood for a moment in indecision and Charlie, who read the fatigue in his eyes, sent him to bed.
Itll be a while before youre accustomed to the work, so youd better get all the rest you can.
Thank you, Charlotte, and goodnight.
Charlie didnt reply, but she did move away from the wash basin to watch him as he moved down the hall and closed his bedroom door behind him.
sixteen
Sean wrapped a sheet around his waist the next morning and went in search of his clothes. The kitchen was empty, and there was no sign of his few belongings.
He had just headed back down the hall and knocked on Charlies bedroom door when he heard her come in from outside. He retraced his steps to the kitchen and saw that she held his clothes in her arms.
They dried on the line overnight, Charlie explained as she handed the clothes to Sean and tried not to look at his bare chest. It wasnt that she hadnt seen well-built men without their shirts; after all a livery had to have a blacksmith, but Sean was different.
Breakfast was plentiful on this morning, and Sean ate his fill. Charlie was cleaning up the plates when she spoke to Sean without turning toward him.
We need to head to the general store first thing this morning so you can buy some clothes.
Sean hated to admit it, but wasted no time in doing so. I have no money.