Marrying the Captain. Carla Kelly

pleased with himself. Before he got back in bed, he went to the door and opened it, just to see who was on duty in the corridor.

      Nana slept on the cot this time, balled up tightly enough to tell him that she was cold. He went to the clothespress in his room and pulled out a blanket, returning to the hall and covering her with it. She stirred, but did not open her eyes. He watched her, and in a few moments, she straightened out her legs and returned to a deeper sleep. Impulsively, he touched her head. He could have watched her the rest of his life.