““I do wish I could have given you the care he might have, as I know I am lacking in his talent and experience.” He looked down and paused before meeting her gaze. “I do hope you know I did my best for you. Though I suspect, given the choice, you would not have had me here.” Regret dumped on her back like a wagon-load of dirt. “I... I hope you do not think—” How to say it? “You are a gifted physician, Nathaniel.” “Not like your father.” The temptation to reach for his hand made her grip the sheet. “You are.” “You would trust him with anything.” She nodded. “Of course.” Nathaniel paused, the depth in his voice expanding warm and wide. “What about me?” “What do you mean?” His eyes slipped from hazel to brown. “Would you trust me the same way?” “You know I would,” she whispered. “You would trust me with anything?””
