After the Storm (The Americana Series Book 6) by Dailey Janet

Author:Dailey, Janet [Dailey, Janet]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2014-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

THE SATIN SHEETS felt smooth to her skin and Lainie snuggled deeply into this unaccustomed luxury. Then the faint aroma of a man's cologne drifted past her nose. She blinked herself awake and the knowledge of where she was came back to her. Her eyes immediately went to the empty space beside her and the hollow place on the next pillow where Rad's head had lain. She reached out and touched the smooth sheet beside her, remembering the feeling of being whole again that she felt last night. She rolled over on her back, stretching her arms above her head, and studied this room that belonged to her and her husband alone. Her toes curled at the thought.

Again the walls were in white, as was the carpeting, but this time there were vivid splashes of blue that added vitality and zest to the room.

But nothing could match the zest that had come into her own life. Loving someone breathed a whole new life into her body. Her senses were heightened, freed of previous dullness and apathy. Her mind was more aware of the wonderful things in life, the precious beautiful things that you cherish rather than possess. But most of all, her heart was fulfilled and happy.

The hands on the clock on the dresser said it was half-past eight. Lainie wondered where Rad was, hoping he hadn't left for his office. His lovemaking last night had told her he wasn't totally immune to her. She had grown up a great deal since their last disastrous attempt to make their marriage work, and now she knew she had outgrown the childish possessiveness that had ruined it before. Perhaps if she tried this time to show that she was an understanding and loving woman, she would be able to win Rad's love...

A knock on the door interrupted her musings. Assuming it was Rad, she quickly rearranged her pillow, leaning against the back of the bed and pulling the covers closer around her chest. Her voice was eager as she bade the person to enter. But the door was opened by a woman in her late forties; a crisply starched green dress covered her stout figure and she regarded Lainie with a briskly intimidating expression on her face. She marched on into the room, carrying a tray.

"Mr. MacLeod thought you'd like breakfast." The words were snappish, plainly indicating that the woman was on the offensive. "It's not normally my duties to see that breakfasts are served in bed."

"I don't normally care for breakfast in bed." Lainie soothed the housekeeper's ruffled feathers. "But it was terribly thoughtful of Rad to suggest it. Would you put the tray over on the table by the window?"

There was a derisive sniff by the housekeeper, which brought a smile to Lainie's lips. This household wasn't accustomed to having a woman around, she realized. The servants were not likely to take kindly to a woman who appeared out of the blue, declaring herself to be Mrs. MacLeod. She would have to tread lightly at first.

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