Chapter Twenty-Eight
Game
When stepped out of the shed housing the public latrines, she couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Paxton’s broad back as the man stood guard while waiting for her. Buttoning her coat, she moved up beside him.
“It’s starting to snow.”
He glanced upward. “Yeah, but it won’t last long.”
She sniffed, and the action unleashed a spell of sneezing that lasted several seconds. When she was done, she pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to blow her nose.
“Are you okay, ?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
His concern was evident in his eyes and in his tone. “I hope you’re not coming down with what has.”
She tried to reassure him. “I’m fine. Trust me, if I think for a moment I might have what’s attacked , I’m going straight to Fergus. I don’t want anything to jeopardi
