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

it still stung, but as she watched the concentration on

tighter. "How could you be so careless

wanting to say that Suzan might have done it on purpose, but in the end, she

didn't want to

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

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

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

leave yet-Mr.

Horace was proving to be

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

of socializing, she'd managed

turned cold. "I'll have Luther

did Horace think

sign, one way

don't you have

giving her a look that

choice but to follow

were in the car, Lyman called Luther, filled him in

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