The
following snippet is taken from
Mail
Order Penelope
Book 23
in the series,
Widows, Brides & Secret
Babies
Rather than peer through the window to assess what he would
find inside, he jerked the door open and stepped forward. His gaze was drawn to a man
sprawled across the forward-facing bench. Sitting on the center bench, Mrs.
Humphrey bent over him and held a white cloth to his arm.
“You’ve got wounded in here? Move aside, Mrs. Humphry and
let me take a look.” Marcus placed his foot on the metal rod that served as a
step as he prepared to enter the coach. He quickly realized Mrs. Humphry had
not moved one inch. He might as well have not spoken. The only indication she
heard him was the ripple in her jaw muscles and the tightening of the skin
around her eyes.
Without looking at him, Mrs. Humphry snapped out a response
with what he recognized as an irritated tone. “Not now, Captain. I’m busy.”
In dead silence, Marcus clenched his back teeth and stared
at her. So much for a hysterically crying
woman crumpled on the floor. He was the surgeon. He was the expert. He was
an officer and was accustomed to being obeyed. Yet, she dismissed him as
irrelevant. Confounded woman.
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