I asked him to excuse my minimalist look, my hair looking like a wild woman, and made us both a cup of coffee before sitting down next to him as he sa...d he quite liked my minimalist look. I bet he did, and it pleased me that he had the confidence to say so. Little did he know what was coming, although I suspect the fantasies playing in his head were halfway there.I knew.The tee shirt had ridden quite high as I sat down, and I was quick to notice his eyes were on my bare legs. Brazenly, I. "I turned on the lamp on his dresser. He had his sheet and blanket pulled up to his neck. All I could see was his sweaty face."Would you like me to get you a wet cloth and something to drink?"Nodding, he said, "Thanks."Going into the bathroom, I got a washcloth out from under the sink, ran cold water over it, and went back to him. He was sitting up, leaned back against the headboard of the oak bed that had belonged to one of our Great-greats. No one in the family could quite remember which one. "I would like you to get a list of all the small businesses in the area and then start calling on them," my mum said. "You could then talk to them about the purpose of our loan fund and at the same time enquire about what their needs are at this moment," I might be a bit young for that kind of task mum," I replied, "Not because I could not do it, but because they might not take me seriously." You will be calling on them as Miss Rebecca McFarlane," Rory's mum said."More than that as the daughter. It wasn't too hot so I took it through and sat on the bed. Elena was still in the same position, but her eyes were open. I held out the mug and waited. She reached for it and curled both hands round it. I tried for reassuring.'Feeling better now?' Her eyes fluttered and the mug began to wobble and I grabbed it hastily, then moved to sit beside her, slipping an arm round her to raise her from the pillows. To my surprise she sniffed and then relaxed.'You smell like my father, ' she whispered. 'He.