lifted her head。 〃Aspirin;〃 he explained before she could ask。 〃Open
your mouth。〃
She was a docile patient; too weak to protest his pampering; too pleased
by it to want to protest。 He kept her pumped with broth and aspirin for
most of the night; dozing beside her under the quilt。 One part of his
body always touched her。 She couldnt so much as turn over when he was
up on an elbow; concerned。 In other circumstances; the sleeping
arrangement would have been heady。 But Annes senses were blunted by
fever。
The next day was a mass of hours blurred together。 Her fever stayed high
despite the medicine。 Increasingly; her whole body suffered when she
coughed。
〃What is the matter with me?〃 she cried in frustration; when she awoke
late in the afternoon feeling no better。
Mitch took her hot hand in his。 〃Im not sure。 As soon as the road is
plowed; Im taking you to the doctor。〃
〃Has it stopped snowing?〃
〃Finally。〃
〃How much is on the ground?〃
〃A little over a foot。 It makes the plowing slower; though the folks up
here are well…equipped。〃
〃Mitch?〃 She rolled onto her back to see his face; as he sat beside her
on the bed。 Her voice was weak; but something had been nagging at her。
〃Yes?〃
〃If you own this house; then you have access to the names and addresses
of the renters。 Yes?〃
He looked amused。 〃Yes。〃
〃Then you know who I am。〃
〃No。〃
〃But you have that information。〃
〃Miles has that information。 I suppose I could see it if I wanted to;
and Ive been tempted a time or two; but I havent peeked。〃
Anne wasnt sure whether to be relieved or hurt。
He laughed。