Kenna Collier had not slept well. Her concern for Hiram, not his injuries but what had happened, had kept her awake. Had he talked to Major Adams? Did they quarrel? "Damn it," she thought, "that arrogant ass cannot be trusted to follow the simplest of orders."
Getting out of bed, Kenna picked up her robe from the foot of the bed and pulled it on. She rapidly jerked the bell pull by the head of the bed and then went to her closet. Moments later a soft knock at the door was met by an agitated response, “Come in,” said Kenna impatiently.
The house servant entered the room, “You rang, Miss Collier?"
Kenna stopped the derogatory reply on the tip of her tongue and said, “Yes, has anyone checked on Mr. Kinkaid this morning?”
“Mr. Kinkaid has been up for some time, he had coffee brought to his
