Grace ended the call abruptly. Only a fool like Alice would look at a guy like Yancey and think he was worth anything.

She turned to head back to Ethan's bedroom, but the lights were off. For a moment, she considered leaving and finding some other place to crash for the night, but then the breeze from the balcony swept in.

That was when she realized Ethan wasn't in bed. He was out there, standing in the dark. She didn't have to get close to smell the cigarette smoke.

"Mr. Henderson, isn't smoking bad for your recovery?"

Wasn't his injury still healing?

The faint glow from the yard made it hard to read his expression, but Grace could still see the intensity in his eyes-something raw and expectant, something that got to her. Maybe visiting Eleanor's grave had put him in a somber mood.

She stayed beside him, unsure of what to say.

moment, gone the next, but

caught the glow of the cigarette just before it reached his

going to burn yourself," she

flicked the cigarette into the ashtray, his eyes still fixed on the horizon. But the damage was done. A red welt marked

and blew gently on the burn. "Is there a first aid

head up to meet Ethan's gaze. He swallowed hard and tried to pull away, but she didn't let

like this. As for your insomnia, I'll get in touch with an alternative medicine practitioner

sooner had the words left her mouth than he asked, "Do you

since she had regained consciousness, Ethan's behavior toward

rank over her as long as she kept things respectful. He had even cared for her

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