For a moment she stiffened in alarm as her drowsy gaze met Sabin’s watchful stare only inches away. “Hello.” His voice was as alert as his stare and he immediately released her and sat up. “You’d better go to your room now and dress for dinner.” “It’s not late.” She could have bitten her tongue. It sounded as if she were asking him to let her stay. “I mean, we didn’t dine until almost eight-thirty last night.” “But it will be seven-thirty from now on.” He stood up, came around the bed, and reached out a hand to pull her to her feet. “You need to get to bed earlier.” “Naps every afternoon, early to bed. I feel like an invalid.” She brushed a strand of hair back from her face. “You’re not my doctor, Sabin.” “No, but if I were, I’d do a hell of a lot better job than that pill-slinging Dr. Blairen. Since you’re in my care for the next weeks, I look upon myself as your guardian.” He bent and retrieved her sandals from the floor beside the bed and handed them to her.
