"Give me that, Lord Hawley. Thank you."

As the door to the adjoining room flew open and she stood there in her bloody black peignoir, hair sitting like a dark cloud on her shoulders he knew one thing. If she thought he'd limped back and forward lugging all these bottles and then limped back and forward lugging them again, she'd another think coming in the realm of giving her anything. Too bad, if it resulted in a wrestling match that made the one with the spade look tame by ...