She turned on the fan to blow across the bed and then pulled the blanket over the man's stomach.
Owen Moreland looked at her serious little face and smiled, "I haven't bathed in several days, and I smell. Don't you mind?"
Amelia Clarke glared at him, "If I minded, what would you prepare to do?"
She patted his hand, coaxing like one would a child, "Go to sleep now, I'll call you for dinner."
Unable to resist a laugh, Owen realized that, at over thirty years old, this was the first time he'd been treated like a child by a young girl.
He closed his eyes, falling asleep to the scent of the girl on the pillow.
Probably because he was exhausted, he slept very deeply.
Amelia deliberately started cooking dinner late so that by the time it was ready at eight o'clock, it was already dark outside.
After setting the table, she reminded Mason Carter not to sneak any food before going to the bedroom to call Owen.
