heâd had anything to eat. Hard on the heels of that thought came his stomach, cramping with hunger.
Angie brought the tray over to the bed. âCan you manage by yourself, or do you want me to feed you?â
âIâm a mite light-headed, but Iâll give it a try.â Longarm reached for the spoon beside the bowl.
Before he could reach it, a wave of dizziness hit him, and he had to sag back against the pillows. Angie said firmly, âYou just sit there, Custis. Iâll take care of you.â
âI reckon Iâd better let you,â he said reluctantly. âI wouldnât want to spill that broth.â
âAbsolutely not. Itâs hot, and if you dump it in your lap, you might burn something important.â
Longarm chuckled. She was a brazen hussy, he thought, but what else could you expect from a gal who worked in a saloon? That didnât mean he was going to like her any less. Some of the best women heâd ever known had been the ones whom society found the least respectable.
She spooned up some of the broth and leaned toward him, saying, âOpen wide.â Longarm took the spoon in his mouth and swallowed the hot broth, and as he did so, he noticed that Angie was holding her own mouth open slightly, and her tongue darted out to lick over her lips. She was breathing a little harder, too, he realized as she continued to feed him. Obviously, it didnât take a whole hell of a lot to get her all hot and bothered. Right about now, Longarm could say the same thing about himself.
All in all, it was a mighty interesting meal, but Longarm was still too weak to do anything about it. He ate as much of the broth as he could and then lay back down again, letting the strength from the broth seep into him. He felt himself growing drowsy again and didnât fight the sensation. The last thing he was aware of was Angie bending over him and pressing her lips to his forehead. âSleep well, Custis,â she whispered.
Â
Longarm tried not to lose all track of time. The curtains had been closed when Angie was in the room with him, and he had assumed it was night again. They were still closed when he awoke, but he saw strips of brightness around them that told him it was day once more.
He was aware of something elseâa pressing need in his bladder. He lay there for a moment, trying to ignore it, but that was impossible. With a groan, he pushed the covers back and started to swing his legs out of bed.
âHere now! What do you think youâre doing?â a womanâs voice asked him sharply.
Longarm froze. He was uncovered, and his manhood was standing up straight and tall, not from arousal but from the need to relieve himself. Whatever the reason, it was enough to draw the attention of the woman who was standing up from a chair on the other side of the room.
Coolly, she appraised his shaft, then shifted her gaze to his face as if she wasnât overly impressed. âYou shouldnât be getting out of bed,â she said. âIf you need something, Iâll get it for you.â
She was a brunette, slender in a simple gray dress. Longarm put her age somewhere between Nola Sutton and Angie. She was pretty, too. Not as elegantly lovely as Nola or as earthily attractive as Angie, but definitely pretty in a dark, intense way. Under other circumstances, Longarm was sure he would have appreciated her looks even more, but right now he had other things on his mind.
âChamber pot,â he grated out.
The woman nodded. âIâll fetch it for you.â She went to the end of the bed and bent down to pick up a porcelain pot with a handle on it. She carried it around to Longarm.
He practically grabbed it out of her hands. âMuch obliged,â he said. When she didnât go anywhere, he added, âThatâs all. I reckon you can go now, maâam.â
She shook her head and said, âI donât think so. I donât want you falling and
Amity Cross
Gabrielle Demonico
Dori Hillestad Butler, Jeremy Tugeau, Dan Crisp
Jennifer Denys
Ramsey Campbell
Tony Parsons
Pierre Boileau
Emma Hillman
Michael Innes
Antonio Muñoz Molina