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.

head. "No, it's fine

truth, it still stung, but as she watched

brow knit tighter. "How could you be so careless

mouth, wanting to say that Suzan might have done it on purpose,

didn't want

attention to the temperature," she said lightly. Lyman glanced at her, his expression

pocket, and pulled out a

at home. Are you able to walk? Let's go back,"

yet-Mr. Horace still hasn't signed the

Mr. Horace was proving to

deal done tonight; she couldn't

hour of socializing, she'd managed to burn herself, and the

"I'll have

Horace think

one way or

necessary. Besides, don't you

her a look that brooked no argument. "Come

had no choice

filled him in on what happened, and asked him to take

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