Millie’s voice cracked with a cry, her grip tightening on the pin.

“Don’t take my hairpin,” she muttered.

The intensity of her unconscious hold startled Marcus.

A newfound contentment settled over him, and he ceased his efforts, simply covering her with a quilt, leaving the hairpin in her determined grasp.

He stopped in his tracks when he saw her face.

Millie’s lips had turned a worrying shade of purple from the cold, making her look as if she’d been poisoned.

doorbell ringing was heard coming from

the doorbell and holding the tonic Marcus

opened

for Mrs. Thomas is ready,” Derek

delicious aroma filled the room.

fluttered open, and she sat up, sniffing the

smell?” she asked, her

the thermos box, paused when he

her regain strength, he asked, “Would

and

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