Make Me Love You

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had been just as furious after theRegent’s emissary had left. Men who commanded everything around them naturally balked when they had to accept commands from someone more powerful than they were. But she shouldn’t be on the receiving end of that rage when she’d played no part in causing it. Robert had caused it.
    You are sister to the man responsible for killing mine.
    Brooke didn’t doubt that her brother was capable of any perfidy, but murder? Responsible could mean all sorts of things. But she couldn’t ask the wolf again for an explanation no matter how rampant her curiosity now was, not after the way he’d reacted to the subject. He might get out of that bed to demand an eye for an eye by killing her. She didn’t know him and what he was capable of, and he obviously wasn’t going to let her find out.
    She didn’t leave the room. She was still angry enough at him for refusing even to pretend to be civil anymore to march right back to the side of his bed. He’d no doubt thought he’d just chased her out of his house. Too bad for him.
    But he didn’t look disappointed, though his single raised brow spoke volumes. Was he waiting for a fight? Hoping for one? Or just curious about why she hadn’t fled?
    As she gazed at the half-naked viscount who lay before her, she thought it was a good thing that she’d been raised by down-to-earth Alfreda rather than a proper lady. Otherwise she would be more embarrassed by Lord Wolfe’s undress. She noticed the sweat on his brow. It was early summer, but the room wasn’t warm enough to cause it. He must be running a fever. She stepped closer to the bed and looked at the wound on his left thigh to see if it was inflamed.
    Watching her, he asked, “The sight of leeches doesn’t bother you?”
    “I’m not repulsed by something that helps to heal.”
    Brooke knew some herbs that could draw out the poisons in his wound more effectively than leeches, but she didn’t say so.
    Instead she said, “May I?” Without waiting for his answer, she gently pressed a finger to his flesh near his stitches to see if yellow liquid would drain from the wound. It didn’t occur to her, at least not immediately, that she shouldn’t be touching him at all, that she was breaking a clear rule of etiquette. She felt her cheeks warming but she willed away the blush, reminding herself that he’d broken a couple of more important rules by insisting she enter a room where he lay less than half-covered by a sheet and by kissing her!
    “These stitches look fresh.”
    “How would you know?”
    Now he sounded a bit testy. He obviously didn’t want her help for any reason. Yet she did have a reason, but she wasn’t going to explain to him that hating her brother as much as she did, it would give her perverse pleasure to heal his mortal enemy. The wolf’s dying wasn’t going to help her—unless he did it after they were married. Damn Robert for putting that thought in her head.
    Keeping her eyes on his wound, she answered, “There is fresh bleeding around your stitches and not because of the leeches. I think you haven’t been following your doctor’s orders.”
    “ You are the reason the wound needed to be re-stitched today.”
    Truly? He was going to blame her for that, too? Because he was too stubborn not to stay in bed and give his leg time to heal?
    She still wouldn’t meet his eyes, afraid she’d get mesmerized by them again—or frightened into backing off—but she said, “Good. Reopening the wound drained it, which will heal the wound faster than those leeches will.”
    “How d’you know?”
    How to answer that without revealing too much of herself? Evasively! “It’s common knowledge in Leicestershire. And there are other ways to draw out the poisons more quickly.”
    “A woman doctor? I’m impressed that you found a school to teach you.”
    She heard the sarcasm. But he was right, no school would teach her. But Alfreda had. It wasn’t in her to let his condition worsen

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