“Food"s up!” Nonny announced from the kitchen doorway.
There was a noisy stampede as the Lingard men raced towards the kitchen and Nonny grumbled at them good-naturedly. “Charlotte, you stay there, honey. I"ll bring yours out.”
I sank gratefully onto the floor, content to sit and relax after treating everyone"s injuries. Nick, Rafe and Ralph had returned about half an hour ago, loaded down with bag upon bag of blood. Despite Conal"s ministration of Tylenol, my head was still pounding and I was nauseated.
Nonny appeared with a tray and Striker whistled. “Lottie - you gonna eat all of that? Seriously?”
There was no comparison between the pile of food on my plate and what the men were eating - mine was at least double the quantity. Nonny had outdone herself with three large steaks, a coup
