![]() If she did, no doubt it was with Trathen. Did she even ride horses anymore? he wondered. She no longer wore her motoring coat and goggles, he noted as she came further into the study, though she still had on those Turkish trousers, making him remember the time he’d told her she should wear trousers and ride her horse astride so she could go faster, and she’d looked at him as if he’d suggested she go naked. “I don’t see a splint, so your leg isn’t broken.” She gave his knee a skeptical glance. ![]() If he’d hoped for a display of conscience on her part, he was disappointed. “But that’s rather difficult to manage at present, thanks to you.” “Forgive me for not standing up,” he told her with mock cheer. Because of her and that automobile of hers, he was laid low in this manner, and she deserved to have a clear view of her handiwork. If she hadn’t left him in the road, he wouldn’t have had to walk on his injured knee, and the swelling would have been minimal. ![]() He’d shifted the footstool a bit so that she could clearly see his outstretched leg from the doorway. Gudgeon announced her name, Will was prepared for Beatrix’s arrival. ![]()
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