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Recovery
‘Rice,’ Henry said again, smiling his kind smile as he pressed the pack of frozen peas wrapped in a dishcloth against the bruise on Maggie’s ankle while pressing a soft but strong palm against the other side. He pressed tightly, then relaxed his grip, then pressed tightly again, repeating over and over. ‘Rest, ice, compression, elevation. The best way to treat sprains or impact injuries.’
Maggie smiled. ‘Am I fixed yet?’
‘Cinderella, you shall go to the ball. Just not the one tonight, if you know what’s good for you.’
‘Is that a dig on my clothing? It’s not usually covered with dirt and snow, you know.’
‘Oh, I like your clothing.’ He patted his knee. ‘My jeans are from Next too. There’s one in Inverness. I might live here, but I do venture outside the village from time to
