Status Updates From When He Was Wicked (Bridger...

Damn, he was miserable. He touched his forehead, trying to ascertain if he still had a fever, but if his brow was hot, then so was his hand; he couldn't tell a thing other than the fact that he was damned sweaty and certainly in need of a good bath. He tried to sniff the air around him, but he was so congested that he ended up coughing. He sighed. Well, if he stank, at least he didn't have to smell it. He heard a sof

"Tea?" he asked. She nodded, her eyes widening when he poured for her. Men never did that. "Had to fend for myself from time to time in India," he explained, reading her thoughts perfectly. "Here you go." She took the delicate china cup and sat, allowing the warmth of the tea to seep through the china and into her hands. She blew lightly on it, then took a taste, testing the temperature. "Biscuit?" He held out a plat

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