Chapter Eighteen
Amelia’s heart beat in her throat. Could confusion be felt in the blood? No, of course not. Could warring desires provoke a sudden spike in high blood pressure, then? Amelia had read about much more far-out occurrences in the scientific periodicals she subscribed to. As she straightened her posture, her head swam. There could be any number of reasons for it, but Amelia had to logically conclude that the real reason was the conversation she’d just had with Jill.
Either way, she had just announced that she was leaving, so she should at least do that—make a start on heading toward the door. If only her legs would cooperate. Come to think of it, not many of her muscles seemed keen to take her home.
“Are you okay?” Jill asked, keeping a respectful distance. She had done so a
