“God in heaven!”
Harry’s frown curved from one side of his chin to the other. “Are you sure?”
Logan nodded.
The woman’s loose, pleated skirt was identical in fashion to the skirts women of the Rom preferred to wear, and her shoulder-baring blouse was the same immodest, sultry affair so common among the caravans. Clothing aside, her long black hair, and olive skin declared her ancestry.
She was beautiful. Dangerous.
Despite her beauty, she was still a thief, and that thought pinched his guts. A seething anger rose in his breast, calling for vengeance, screaming for retribution. The Roma woman convalescing in the room upstairs had a lot to answer for.
Drowning in a pool of blackness,Haven slowly surfaced, gasping for air.
Blinking through the blurriness, she raised her hand to inspect the throbbing pain radiating from her forehead.
What happenedthistime?
With startling clarity, she recalled the large black beast, and its rocket-propelled rider.
Damn it!The jerk on horseback knocked her headfirst into a rock.
Groaning, she turned her head and was rewarded with the blurry outline of a man dressed in dark colors hunched over a table.
Oh, God!
Fear, her new best friend, welled up, accompanied by anger and annoyance. Her head pounded, her body was one big bruise, and she had no idea where she was and with whom.
The day just kept getting better.
The man turned and said, “Well, hello there. My name is Dr. Blige. You took a nasty fall. I’ve done my best to clean and dress your wound. You’ve lost some blood and are probably in a bit of pain. Try not to move.”
He’s very good at stating the obvious.
She didn’t know how to react to this current situation; flying through a black void, landing in sheep poo, being chased by a strange man, getting knocked unconscious, waking up in a strange room, getting examined by a doctor with a cheesy British accent. What the hell was shesupposedto do other than what she was told?
Dr. Blige motioned to a woman standing beside the door, and when she disappeared, he turned back to Haven.
“Can you tell me where you are? Do you remember what happened?”
Not quite willing to take the leap that this wasn’t a dream, she nodded.
“Are you in pain?”
Again, she nodded.
Dr. Blige reached into his bag for a small vial. “I can give you something.”
Shaking her head, she immediately regretted it. Pain speared its way to the hollow behind her eyes. Clamping them shut, she moaned.
Logan,who’d been summoned, entered the room and gazed at the woman in the bed. Mrs. Roomer, efficient as ever, had stripped the girl of her soiled Roma clothing, and redressed her in a simple, modest dressing gown.
He stopped mere feet from the bed. The woman stiffened and slowly opened her eyes. His breath stopped in his lungs.
Her eyes. So familiar….
Jade jewels, cut to perfection and sparkling with ire. Long black lashes that swept up and away framed the bright green gems.
Swallowing the sudden lump in his throat, he tamped down his unwelcome arousal.
