“Shayla? Shouldn’t you be resting?”
“I had my rest, ma’am. I was given three hours.”
Lindsey stood, took a step toward the girl, lost her footing and caught herself on the side of the bed.
“Are you okay, ma’am?”
“A little dizzy spell. It will pass. Perhaps you could pour me some water.” Lindsey eased herself down onto the edge of the bed. As she sipped water, Lindsey watched Shayla light the oil lamps; one on each side of the bed and a third on the washstand. When Shayla returned, she held Lindsey’s hairbrush. She slipped in beside Lindsey and cupping her face, started stroking out the tangles.
Lindsey closed her eyes and her senses drifted. She let Shayla draw her close, her cheek cradled into the softness of a breast. Lindsey felt a thousand little soldiers track up and down her spi
