This time she really looked at him. “What gave you that idea?”
“The expression on your face when I told you that you’d be expected for dinner in the dining room. I guessed you weren’t planning to come. However, I didn’t expect you to run outside to get away.”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “Yeah, I don’t think I’m gonna make those communal meals. And I’m not running away.”
“We’re not going to discuss that now. What we need to do is get you inside and warmed up.” He stood.
Cass didn’t move. Instead, her attention went to the sky once more. “Don’t worry about me. I’m all right.”
Lyle’s brows drew together. He was sure she didn’t appreciate the full effect of his reaction because of the dim lighting. “So you’re knowledgeable enough about the area that you can get around without getting lost?”
Cass straightened and glared at him. “I work in search and rescue. I assure you I can manage to get myself back to the castle.”
There was spunk in her voice. “That remains to be seen. You’re obviously ignorant of the danger of being out in this weather without adequate clothing. I’m not taking any chances on losing one of our residents to exposure. Right now, you’re going to the closest warm place and that’s my cottage. When you’re defrosted and dry, I’ll walk you back to the castle.”
It wasn’t until that moment that Cass registered she was bone cold. How long had she been sitting here, staring off into space?
“Come with me. My cottage isn’t far.” He offered his large gloved hand, palm up.
She stared at it a moment. Was she acting crazy, like he already thought she was? Cass took his hand just long enough to slide off the wall. He turned and she trailed after him. They didn’t go far before they entered a small clearing with a two-story stone cottage sitting in the middle. Trees surrounded it. A light over the door was on and another burned brightly in the window. Someone was expecting him.
“Is your wife going to mind you bringing a wayward patient home?”
“If I had one, she wouldn’t mind.” He walked to the door and opened it, then turned and waited for her to enter.
Cass stepped in, giving him room to follow. They stood in a small hallway. He waved a hand toward a room off to one side as he closed the door and began removing his coat. “Go on in and take off your shoes. They must be wet. I’ll have the fire burning in a minute.”
She entered what must be his living area. There was a small couch and a large leather chair situated close to the fireplace. The seat of the chair had a dip in it. It was obviously the doctor’s favorite spot. A lamp and a stack of books sat on the floor beside it. A desk with papers strewn across it was against the wall with a window that faced the front lawn. Behind the desk stood a wooden chair. On the other side were shelves full of haphazardly placed books and a few framed pastoral scenes on the wall. The room had a very masculine feel to it. The man certainly owned his space. Cass found that comforting and reassuring in some odd way.
Lyle soon joined her, minus his outer clothing and shoes. He was in his socked feet, which made him seem even more approachable. “You don’t have your shoes off yet? You need to get that jacket off as well. It looks like it’s soaked through.”
Cass started to remove a boot. “I can tell you spend a lot of time telling people what to do.”
“You can thank my father and time in the army for that.” He pulled a box of matches off the mantel, knelt and lit the fire. It soon came to life. “You really don’t have any idea how long you’ve been outside?”
Cass considered pretending she hadn’t heard the question. She’d gotten lost in her thoughts, her disappointment and grief, but the last thing she wanted to do was confess why she’d been out there. “No, I’m not sure.”
He stood. “You really are going to have to be more careful around here. It’s easy to wander somewhere you shouldn’t. With or without snow.”
Although she hadn’t yet gotten her boot off, Cass removed her coat. It was heavier than usual. He was right. She hadn’t noticed how wet she had become.
The doctor reached for it and she allowed him to take it. Going to the desk, he hung it over the back of the chair, which he then pulled closer to the fire.
“Do you regularly bring patients home to sit by the fire?” She dropped one boot to the floor.
He grinned. It was a nice one. The kind that made her want to return it. “No. I’d have to say you’re the first. But then I only do it for people sitting on my fence who are obviously about to freeze to death.”
Shivering, Cass removed the other boot and let it drop beside the first one.
He pulled a colorful knit throw of orange, browns and tan off the back of the leather chair and draped it over her shoulders. She pulled the edges around her. Warmth filled her immediately. After letting it seep in, she removed her wet socks and spread them on the hearth. With a sigh, she stretched her ice-cold feet out toward the flames. Rubbing her stiff damaged leg, she got comfortable on the small sofa.
“I’ll go and brew a pot for tea.” Lyle started out of the room.
“The English and their tea,” Cass murmured.
“I heard that. And I’m Scottish. Not English,” he said with a clipped note.
Cass winced. She’d just been chastised. Her mother would be displeased with Cass for being rude, no matter what the circumstances.
He looked over his shoulder. “I forget you’re American. Would you prefer coffee? I think I have some in the back of the pantry.” He waited, an expectant look on his face.
She mustered a slight smile. “No, tea is fine. You’ve already gone to a lot of trouble for me.”
“No trouble.” He left the room.
While listening to him moving around in another part of the house, Cass laid her head back against the cushion of the sofa and gazed into the flames. The feeling was returning to her feet. She wiggled them. This was nice. The most peaceful she had felt in weeks.
Lyle returned with a small tray. On it were two steaming mugs, a milk jug and a sugar bowl. “Do you take yours with sugar and milk?”
“I don’t know. My coffee I like with both.”
“Then let’s try it that way.” The doctor mixed the ingredients in and handed her a mug.
She wrapped her hands around it, letting the heat seep into her icy fingers.
He sank into his chair with his mug in his hand. The chair fit him perfectly. “How’re you feeling now?”
“Much better. I had no idea how cold and wet I was.”
Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees with the mug between his palms. “You really need thicker socks and boots. There’s a good shop in the village for those.”
“My sturdy boots were cut off and discarded when I was taken to the medical tent. I went straight from the tent to the hospital and from the hospital to here. When I can, I’ll buy another pair. And maybe replace my cellphone.” She had said more than she had intended.
His brows went up. “Medical tent? I had no idea. Do you mind telling me what happened?”
“It wasn’t in my file?”
He pursed his lips and gave a noncommittal shake of his head. “Yes, but I’d like to hear it about it from you.