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.

her head. "No,

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

brow knit tighter. "How could you

done it on purpose,

didn't want to

the temperature," she said lightly. Lyman

off the tap, reached into his suit pocket, and

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

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

Horace was proving to

get the deal done tonight;

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

cold. "I'll have Luther

Horace think

sign, one way

don't you have another appointment? You should go," Effie

replied coolly, giving her a look that brooked no

choice

car, Lyman called Luther, filled him in

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