“Bloody hell,” James muttered under his breath as the smallest kitten scratched his face. A line of blood welled across his cheek. “Oh, do have a care!” Hannah hurried toward him, opening her shawl. “Put them in here with their brother before they tear you to ribbons.” “I’m all right,” James said. He gently pried the kittens from his waistcoat, placing them into her shawl one at a time, even as a droplet of blood slid down his jaw untended. “Poor mites. They’re frightened, that’s all.” Hannah’s heart thumped heavily as she gazed up at him. Whatever doubt she’d had about their future together
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