across her childâs body.
It was the worst kind of scene, and long, chaotic moments before any order was restored. Only with the help of a draught of another tonic from Rowanâs bag was Mrs. Blythe finally coherent, and with her sistersâ assistance, led sobbing from the room to wail like a banshee in the privacy of her own chambers.
Rowan was like a quiet general, giving instructions to the housekeeper to send for the undertaker and where to inquire for services. He ignored Gayle entirely, and she was left to helplessly trail after him, weakly offering her tearful condolences and what little assistance she could before heâd packed up his bag and escorted her from the house to their waiting carriage and a patient Theo.
âIâm so sorry, Dr. West.â She spoke as soon as the carriage was in motion, her cheeks still wet with tears. âIt was . . .â
âIt happens.â His reply was terse. âWhat generally doesnât happen is the new experience of having an assistant standing around wringing her hands and crying like a child in the corner! How in the world can you comfort anyone if youâre busy dabbing your own eyes like a sentimental fool?â
âI . . . I apologize for . . . crying, but he was . . . so young and so . . . sweet . . .â
âHe was a patient and his death was inevitable. He was, truthfully, nothing and no one to you, Miss Renshaw. He was not your child! He wasnât your favorite patient! Itâs not as if youâd cared for him since he was small!â His voice was harsh, and Rowanâs stomach clenched at the rough sound of it in his ears. Iâm angry at myself. Iâm grieving and Iâm lashing out at her for betraying her feelings when I wanted nothing more than to drop to my knees in there and out-scream that woman. âYou have to maintain an emotional distance if youâre going to do your patients or yourself any good.â
âI shall strive to pretend that I have ice running through my veins, Dr. West,â she snapped back. âItâs a trick you must be sure to teach me.â
âI will! Donât think for a minute that anyone will be thrilled at the sight of a teary-eyed woman clutching a doctorâs bag! Those tears will get in the way and cost someone his life, Gayle. Youâll waste precious minutes mourning an unfair universe or wrestling with your feminine revulsion at loss, and youâll kill someone with that hesitation! If you cannot control yourself, Miss Renshaw, then you should pack your things and beg off!â
Silence invaded the small confines of the carriage and he waited, dreading the conflict and wishing he could take it all back and repair the conversation. True or not, he was sure heâd gone too far only because his heart was stinging from his own wounds.
The carriage stopped, and Rowan opened the door to climb out, reaching back to help her down. He dismissed a weary Theo with a single wave and escorted her up the steps into the unlit brownstone. Heâd half expected Carter to defy him and still be up and at watch in the entryway, snoozing next to a candelabrum, but there was no one to greet them in the predawn darkness.
He lit a taper and turned to hold out his arm. âHere. Iâll walk you up to your floor.â
She took his arm, her fingertips barely resting on his arm, as if the physical contact was loathsome. Up the dark staircase, they walked without speaking, and he wasnât sure what to say after their hurtful exchange in the carriage. He should have been gloating at that glimpse of her tender heart and feminine weaknessâinstead his own pain had almost spoiled his ruthless plan. But he had no doubt heâd won the day and she would be gone on the morrow.
He stole a glance at her in the candlelight, moving gracefully next to him, the flickering light accenting the regal lines of her profile and the sensual turn of her neck and
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