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And they were not actually going to see a doctor, although Grant had virtually coh when he’d been forced to give it up

‘Yes, but I—’

‘Have no money?’ Nuns were supposed to be penniless, he seemed to recall ‘Don’t concern yourself about that, it is my fault you were injured and he’s a friend What is your name? I’m Viscount Weybourn’ He didn’t norht reassure her

Her body shifted in his arful of air She was probably o back into the convent then there wasn’t much option He made another valiant, and unfaainst his body He wasn’t used to getting this close to wos considerably further

‘Teresa—’

‘Sister Teresa’ Of course, nuns were named for saints, weren’t they? ‘Excellent Here we are’ The lights of Les Quatre Élé dusk and he headed for the a safe, familiar harbour

‘An inn? Lord Wey—’

‘A very respectable inn,’ Alex assured her as he shouldered through the front door into the light and heat and bustle of a well-run hostelry ‘Gaston!’

‘Milord Weybourn’ The innkeeper caain, entlemen are in your usual private parlour’

‘Thank you, Gaston’ Alex headed for the door on the right ‘And some tea? Coffee? What would you like, Sister Teresa?’

‘Gentlemen? Private parlour? Lord Weybourn, put me down this—’