Chapter 38

Lyman's brow furrowed unconsciously, a heaviness settling in his chest.

"How did you get hurt?" he asked.

Effie hesitated, then instinctively pulled her hand back, awkwardly replying, "I accidentally scalded myself with some tea."

She couldn't help but wonder-had Suzan done it on purpose?

Tea that hot was barely drinkable, after all.

Without another word, Lyman gently took her hand and led her to the sink. He turned on the cold water and held her hand under the stream.

His expression was focused, as if he were handling something precious.

Lyman's hand was large and warm, wrapping securely around Effie's slender wrist.

The cold water soothed the red skin on the back of her hand, cooling it, but it did nothing to hide the blush rising on her cheeks.

"Does it hurt?" Lyman asked softly, his gaze never leaving her hand.

shook her head.

truth, it still stung, but as she watched the concentration on Lyman's face, the

brow knit tighter. "How could you be so careless

to say that Suzan might have done it

want to worry

the server wasn't paying attention to the temperature," she

pocket, and pulled

for burns at home. Are you able to

leave yet-Mr.

Horace was proving to be quite

determined to get the deal done tonight; she couldn't give Mitchell

more than an hour of socializing, she'd

"I'll have Luther come

Horace think

sign, one way

don't you have another

coolly, giving her a look that brooked no argument.

no choice but to

were in the car, Lyman called Luther, filled him in on what happened, and asked him

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