Chapter 17: RecoveryMuch recovered by the following Saturday, I was happy to be up and about for the first time in three days. Now that spring had arrived, the weather was quite glorious with brilliant sunshine and the hint of growth in the garden was evident as I came downstairs.
Lucas waited expectantly at the foot of the stairs and he glanced at my chest, visible in a low-cut turquoise t-shirt. “If I hadn't seen it for myself, I would not have believed those scars would heal so completely,” he commented as he drew me into his arms for a long kiss. He released his grip and ran his fingers over the rapidly healing scars, which were fading to a soft pink from the deep red welts they'd been a few days ago. His touch made me tremble a little with expectation, his fingers grazing the top of
