A faintly medicinal scent tinged the air as she gazed around the empty room, masculine in its decor.
She paused at the opened bedroom door. Her fingers nervously smoothed the side ofher hair pulled sleekly back in a clasp at the nape of her neck.
The house was quiet in the early-morning stillness. Distantly she heard the soft bustle of their maid preparing breakfast. Anxiously her brown eyes, moving swiftly to search the living room, swept the foyer. They stopped at the sight of a wheelchair sitting in front of the veranda doors.
An achingly familiar dark head was resting against the chair back. Black hair in waving disarray glistened in the soft light of full dawn. The man in the chair sat unmoving in front of the window. A quivering sigh trembled through her.
It was barely morning and he was already staring silently out of the window. It promised to be another one of those days. There had been so many of them lately it was becoming difficult to remember the good days.
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