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    “Well, I need to change my gown and return to my duties. Thank you, Shannon. If you should need anything, anything at all, let me know.”
    Diverting her gaze, Shannon nodded and headed back down the hall, stopping at the linen closet for new bedding. She usually called for her brother to help move Rory, for he was too heavy to move by herself. However, the patient was obviously well enough to move about without assistance. He could just get off the bed while she made it.
    Honestly, she should have had Candice do the honors, since she had helped soil the sheets.
    Straightening her spine, she tried not to think of Rory and the maid, or the way his hand had stroked his thick manhood as the white substance had pumped onto Candice’s stomach.
    With a steadying breath, Shannon opened the door to find her patient sitting up in bed, the sheets pulled to his waist. She tried not to focus on his powerful body, but instead set the clean linens on a nearby table. “I would like to change the sheets now. Perhaps you would like me to call for a bath?”
    He nodded and slid off the bed, pulled the top sheet with him, and tied it at his waist. Walking toward the window, he stared out. “I did not even realize I was at my brother’s home,” he said wistfully, his hand moving to his bandaged shoulder.
    The room smelled like him–a mixture of musk, sandalwood, and a hint of what Shannon realized must be sex. Once again she tried to forget the image of Rory and Candice with her legs straight up in the air as he made love to her, or the sounds of their mingling sighs as they climaxed together.
    As the minutes ticked by, she focused all her energy on her task, anxious to be as far away from the rakehell as possible. She would tell Cook that he was up and needing more nourishment. Perhaps she could send Zachary with Rory’s dinner. Let him feed himself.
    “It is good to see you again, Shannon,” he said, and she glanced up from putting a case on the pillow.
    “And you as well, my lord. I hope you are feeling better.”
    His lips quirked the slightest bit. He had obviously noted the sarcasm in her voice. “The other maid said that my brother has been told of my condition. Have you heard when he will be home?”
    “No, but I am sure he will return as soon as possible.”
    The wicked images of him with Candice fell away. She sensed a sadness about him. She could not help but wonder if that sadness didn’t stem from his brother’s absence. Family ties had a way of creeping into a person’s subconscious when least expected.
    His teeth brushed along his bottom lip as he turned from the window.
    “Are you hungry, my lord? I can ask Cook to make you soup. Does that sound all right?”
    He nodded, and she noticed how pale he had become, that there was even a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Her heart gave a jolt as he gripped hold of the window casing. “You must sit,” she said, moving toward him, grabbing his arm.
    Before she could stop herself, she put a hand to his forehead. “Good gracious, you are so warm.”
    Taking a deep breath, he then released it. “I do not feel well.”
    Her pulse leapt at the declaration. Did he have a fever? “Come, you must lie down.”
    “I would like that bath first, if you do not mind.”
    “It will take a while to prepare it. In the meantime, as your main caregiver, I must insist you stay off your feet.”
    His lips curved slightly. “You are my main caregiver?”
    She met his gaze directly. “Yes, I have been.”
    “And how long have I been here?”
    “A few days.”
    “And you have bathed me in that time?”
    She knew that tone. Could see the look in his eye, and everything within her screamed “danger.” She cleared her suddenly tight throat. “With a rag and water.”
    “Then I really do need that bath.”
    “Very well. If you insist.”
    “I do. And do you know how to read?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. How soon he had gone from vulnerable patient to