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.

she watched the concentration on Lyman's face, the

knit tighter. "How could you be so careless

to say that Suzan might have done it on purpose,

want

wasn't paying attention to the temperature," she said lightly. Lyman glanced at her,

reached into his suit pocket, and pulled out a deep blue handkerchief, gently patting her hand

for burns at home. Are you able to walk? Let's

sighed. "I can't leave yet-Mr.

Horace was proving to

the deal done tonight; she couldn't give Mitchell any more

frown deepened. After more than an hour of socializing, she'd

cold. "I'll have Luther

Horace

one way or

you have another appointment?

look that brooked no

choice

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

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