hair。 〃Because this is my house。 Miles Cooper works for
me。 He rents it out when I'm not planning to be here。〃
The puzzle piece fell into place。 Hoarsely； she said； 〃Oh； my。 It
figures； I guess。 Helps explain the original mix…up。 And why you prefer
this bed。 It's yours。〃
〃There won't be any more mix…ups； Annie。 I've taken the house off
Miles's rental list。 From now on we'll be the only ones who use it。〃
Before Anne could grasp the full implication of that； a new shudder
shook her。 She burrowed against him； seeking warmth for her extremities。
Gently； he laid her down and disappeared。 He returned moments later and
lifted her head。 〃Aspirin；〃 he explained before she could ask。 〃Open
your mouth。〃
She was a docile patient； too weak to protest his pampering； too pleased
by it to want to protest。 He kept her pumped with broth and aspirin for
most of the night； dozing beside her under the quilt。 One part of his
body always touched her。 She couldn't so much as turn over when he was
up on an elbow； concerned。 In other circumstances； the sleeping
arrangement would have been heady。 But Anne's senses were blunted by
fever。
The next day was a mass of hours blurred together。 Her fever stayed high
despite the medicine。 Increasingly； her whole body suffered when she
coughed。
〃What is the matter with me？〃 she cried in frustration； when she a