A Family For Christmas. Tara Taylor Quinn
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Название: A Family For Christmas
Автор: Tara Taylor Quinn
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Where Secrets are Safe
isbn: 9781474072953
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“It’s time for your antibiotic.” For a while there he’d been waking her to take her pills. The day before, she’d been up to use the restroom before the pill was due. And now he stood outside the door and called to her?
What had changed?
“I’ll be out in a minute,” she told him, throwing off the covers and grabbing...nothing. She’d left her clothes outside the door to be washed the night before. Was wearing the makeshift gown he’d crafted for her.
“I left your clothes just outside the door for you,” he said, almost as though he could read her mind. Who knew what she might have told him when she’d been out of her head with pain?
She didn’t think she’d said anything. She hadn’t been out of her head. She’d been beaten to a pulp and exhausted. “Thank you,” she called back and, giving him a second to retreat, went to reach her arm around the door for her clothes.
The underwear was there, the bra and jeans, and three shirts. Hers and two others. T-shirts, both of them. A purple and a blue. From different years for the same Heart-Run. They’d be too big for her.
But better than the bloodstained T-shirt of Shawn’s she’d had on under her sweater jacket.
She chose the purple one. Because, in the color world, purple was known for bringing spiritual peace. For assisting in honest, deep, true thought. She’d lost any hope of good Karma having her back. She was well and truly on her own now.
She had to be able to count on her own mind.
As she pulled the shirt down over her torso, she suffered a stab of guilt. Purple was a healing color. Violet vibrated at the highest frequency and, as such, healers believed it to be a potent tool. Cara might have an aversion to doctors, but she’d done a lot of reading. Studying. Learning.
For Joy’s sake and for her own, too.
Joy.
Her heart caught, her throat tightened. Tears sprang to her eyes. And her mind closed in.
No. She’d lost any right she’d had to think of...
She had no business healing. So the purple shirt was the wrong one.
Taking it off, she replaced it with her own. Bloodstains were her style now. She couldn’t pretend otherwise.
With a last look around the room that had offered solace to a criminal, she went out to face the doctor. To convince him that she was just fine and could be on her way that morning.
As soon as she got back out on the mountain, she’d figure out what that way would be.
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