She silently put the bottles and gauze back in the bag, her cheeks red.
He swallowed again, standing up. He was an idiot. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
She didn’t look at him.
He was about to ask her to say something when a knock came.
“Effie?” Lady Vaughan asked from the corridor.
Turi barked.
He opened the door just to put some distance between him and her, and Lady Vaughan entered.
“Is it done?” she asked.
“Yes.” Effie’s voice sounded high-pitched.
Lady Vaughan frowned at Effie’s flushed face. She turned towards him then to Effie again. “Is something the matter? Was there a lot of blood?”
Turi sniffled the air.
“No. All is good.” Effie held the bag against her chest. “Lord Montcrest, have a pleasant afternoon.”
He seriously doubted his afternoon would be pleasant.
