Catherine straightened her skirts around her feet, folded her hands in her lap, and looked coyly at the aging physician. “Oh, Master Graves, I think I have never yet known a man to age as handsomely as you. I was just telling Lady Frances last night that at court we’re not blessed the way she is, having such a fine-looking man to look after her health.” Her ample bosom rose and fell as she sighed, and looked at him from beneath her fluttering lashes.
The man’s skin reddened, the blush spread from his cowled neck to the top of his balding head, and he busied his hands straightening rows of herbs laid out on his worktable. “What might I do for you today, Mistress Catherine?”
“I have this pain.” She reached a hand behind her head and rubbed at the base of her neck. “Here, Master Graves. It
