Chapter 3

“Of course.” Dixon bowed out and the housekeeper bustled after him, leaving him along once more with Simpson who was peering out of the towels at the food.

“Would you like to dress or eat?”

“Eat,” Simpson said on a swallow. “Please.”

“Of course.” Oliver brought the food to him and they sat opposite each other in front of the fire. Simpson took a few sips of the broth and closed his eyes, then he filled his mouth with the chicken and Oliver’s heart clenched when a single tear ran down Simpson’s cheek. He’d never gone hungry in his life but he knew what it felt like to be safe, warm, and dry after being cold and terrified, knew what it felt like to think you were going to die. He had to force himself to remain seated and not take the man in his arms and hold him tightly. 2

Dr. Farrah came out of the bedroom and closed the door quietly. Oliver ushered him into his study.

“How is he?”