Chapter 25My body throbbed and my head ached like the very devil. Well, this was what I got for letting my temper run away with me. I opened my eyes. There was meagre sunlight coming through the curtains, but it was enough to stab into my eyeballs, oversetting my delicate stomach.
With a moan I rolled toward the edge of the bed. Long fingers caught my head, and a basin was placed beneath it before I could cast up my accounts all over the bare feet that were beside my bed.
“Deuce take it,” I muttered. I’d always loathed vomiting, and I kept my eyes closed in hopes my stomach would settle.
“As you say, Ashton.”
“Geo? Thought you were in the Americas.”
“I’m home.” His voice was shaky; there was also amusement in it as he poured out the contents of the basin—no doubt into the chamber pot,
