Chapter 47

"Here, drink this."

The warm sound of a man's voice woke Marietta from her doze. She was too tightly wrapped in her blanket to move, but she opened her eyes and looked up at the big, handsome face of Dr. Adam Hamilton.

He was tall and fit with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Thick shocks of golden-brown hair waved back from a strong, chiseled face. Darker gold brows arched over vividly blue eyes and a day's growth of whiskers softened the sharp lines of his jaw. Looking at him made her feel warmer than the rock at her feet.

"The tea will help warm you from the inside," he told her. "You need to drink it."

"All right." She maneuvered her hands around and found an opening in her cocoon. Though she'd stopped shivering outright, her hands weren't quite steady as he handed her the fragile china cup, so he wrapped his fingers around hers and guided the cup to her lips. The flavors of strong tea and honey filled her mouth and she wrinkled her nose. "Sweet."