Chapter Forty-Six
Reid was still sleeping when Letty retired at ten o’clock. She sent Green to bed, and left the door open between her bedchamber and Reid’s, but Reid didn’t rouse in the night. He was still asleep when she rose the next morning.
“Is he all right?” Green whispered anxiously.
Reid wasn’t flushed, he wasn’t shivering, his breathing slow and steady and quiet. “I don’t think he has a fever,” Letty whispered back. “He’s just tired. Will you sit with him, please? And let me know when he wakes?”
It was past eleven when Reid finally woke. Houghton brought the news. “No, don’t go to him, ma’am—Green’s got everything in hand.”
“How is he?”
“Well enough,” Houghton said. “But he says he’ll take his breakfast in bed.”
Letty pondered these ominous words. Breakfast in bed? Reid? Bu
