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composure.
    The poor woman was buried alive in snow, Casanova. Get hold of yourself.
    He rolled to his side, and his gaze settled on the silver frame on his bedside table. A rush of guilt curbed his desire , and he quickly rolled back to stare at the ceiling .
    I have no reason to feel guilty…or do I? She’s a virtual stranger…how can I be so attracted to her?
    Perhaps she’d feel up to a bowl of soup, offering him the chance to know his mystery lady a little better...
    “Jack? You can come back now.”
    He jumped off his bed and paused for a second before opening the door. Jenna lay back on her pillows with her eyes closed. As quietly as possible, he took the basin and things away.
    Her eyelids fluttered open upon his return, and he smiled. Not realizing how disappointed he’d been to find her asleep until her eyes opened.
    “Do you feel better now?”
    She nodded.
    Jack scanned her face. “Do you want something for the pain?”
    “Not right now, it puts me to sleep.”
    “How about some soup first. Maybe after, we can try and figure out what to do about taking you to see a doctor and getting hold of your family.”
    Her belly growled a response.
    “I’ll take that as a yes.” He smiled.
    Mere minutes later, Jenna sipped at the soup from the side of her spoon, all ladylike. Her eyebrows arched ever so slightly. Then proper etiquette went out the window as she dug in like she hadn’t eaten for days.
    Most probably because she hasn’t.
    It pleased him to see her attack his mom’s recipe with such relish.
    She dropped the spoon in the empty bowl and wiped her mouth with a napkin.
    Jack took the dish from her. “Do you want some more? I have lots.” He pointed to the big pot on the stove. “My mom used to say it’s better than any medicine a doctor can prescribe.”
    “Your mother was a very smart lady. Maybe I’ll have some more a little later—a cup of tea would be lovely, that is if you don’t mind.” She settled back on her pillow, smiling sweetly.
    As if I could deny you anything when you smile at me like that . “Of course, I’ll put the kettle on for you.”
    “Thank you.”
    Jack took the dishes to the kitchen and filled the kettle, setting it on the stove to boil while he went about finding a tea pot he’d never used. He blew the dust off of a fancy tin filled with teabags—given him by the ladies at the post office shortly after he moved in.
    Jenna’s eyes opened upon his return.
    “I’m sorry, were you sleeping? We can always do this later if you’d like?”
    “No, don’t be silly. I was just resting.” She pulled herself up to sit with her back against the arm of the couch.
    Jack set the tray down and took the pillow wedged under her backside, plumping it up for her to lean against. “How’s that?”
    She reached up and cupped the side of his face. “My knight in shining armor, how will I ever repay your kindness?”
    Her tender touch moved him and he swallowed hard. “You just worry about healing. I’m sure anyone would have done the same for a damsel in distress.”
    “I doubt…”
    His finger against her lip stopped her in mid sentence. “Please, you’ve already thanked me.” He took her hand from his face and quickly turned away, busying himself with their tea. “Sugar and milk?”
    She nodded. “Yes, please.”
    Thankfully she indulged his unspoken desire to change the subject.
    “I should warn you, I have no idea what kind of tea this is.” He looked over the rim of his steaming mug.
    “Seriously? You save my life and now you would have me drink something that could potentially kill me?”
    Jack took a drink and set the cup down on the coffee table. “Wait five minutes. If I keel over and am rendered unconscious...don’t drink yours.”
    Jenna laughed and immediately reached for her side, her face contorted in pain. “Ouch! Don’t make me laugh.”
    He grinned sheepishly. “I’m sorry.”
    She waited a few seconds before picking up her drink and