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''You must miss your tame very much." Thorn's voice sounded sad as he left the room.
She could have called after him to deny it, but she couldn't . . . not entirely.
In her own time, if she'd been shot, she'd have been popped right into the hospital and treated with antibiotics and painkillers.
She probably wouldn't have been shot at all.
But in her own time, she would not have met Thorn.
Although she felt light-headed and sore, she'd no trouble taking care of herself. When she got back into bed, she sat upright, utterly bored. She looked around. Now and then, Thorn's squirrel had appeared in the house, looking for a handout. It had provided a diversion during her recuperation. But it wasn't there now.
She dressed and left the room.
Thorn was in the kitchen, which was full of delightful cooking aromas. Another good sign of her recovery, Mariah thought. She must be hungry.
Thorn's eyes lit up when he saw her, and she smiled-until he frowned once more. "Mariah, what are you doing? You must stay in bed, get your energy back."
"Well, I can't dance the lambada yet, but"
"Another invention of your time?"
"Close enough." She sank onto a bench at one of the worktables. "I'm feeling much better. But I'll just watch for a while, okay?"
"All right." He ladled a bowl of broth from a kettle on the trammel and put it in front of her. It smelled wonderful, and she devoured it quickly. "Mmmmno mold. Is there any more?"
His grin crinkled the corners of his eyes. "You must be feeling better. If you're ready to skin a rabbit, I'll go hunt some fresh meat."
Mariah placed the back of her hand dramatically on her forehead. "Oh," she moaned, "I'm feeling so faint." She let herself fall forward just a little, then grinned up at him.
He gently tweaked her nose. "All right, Miss Walker. I

 
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