Blind Luck Bride by Laura Marie Altom

Author:Laura Marie Altom
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The next morning, Lilly rose cautiously, testing her equilibrium before committing to action. But even that motion was evidently too much. Her stomach roiled and once again, the mad dash to the bathroom was on.

Blech.

Once again, she made it in time, but didn’t manage to shut the door.

“Good Lord, woman,” Finn said a few seconds later, kneeling beside her with his hands cupped around her shoulders. “I thought we had this thing licked, but you must have picked up one heck of a bug.”

When she felt stable enough, Lilly plopped onto her rear, resting her back against the cool claw-footed tub.

“Let me get you a washcloth,” he said, already on his way to the sink. He first made her a cold one, then hot.

“How is it,” she said, leaning her head against the tub as well, “that you always seem to know what I need?”

He flushed the commode and lowered the lid before taking a seat. “It isn’t as if it takes any great psychic powers to know that a sick woman needs looking after.”

“Yeah, well, psychic powers, or not, I appreciate what you’ve done. I enjoyed the soup last night and…” She lowered her gaze. “I’m enjoying your company now.”

“It’s my pleasure.” After they sat in silence for a few minutes, Finn softly stroking her hair away from her forehead, he said, “Feel like getting back in bed?”

She nodded, tried grappling to her feet, but before she could, Finn stood beside her, crouching to place one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her shoulders. In a smooth glide, he scooped her into his arms and carried her to her room.

Lilly’s mind was so tired and limbs so weak that it didn’t even occur to her to fight. Instead, she rested her cheek against his chest, relishing Finn’s quiet strength.

Then, tucked in bed with a pile of downy pillows beneath her head, another pair of her husband’s thick socks on her feet and Finn in the kitchen fetching her more Sprite and crackers, it once again occurred to Lilly that for a man she’d so callously accused of caring nothing about her feelings, he sure as heck was doing a bang-up job of proving her wrong.

Funny how the men she thought she’d loved—Elliot and Dallas—had turned out to both be creeps, yet the one man she professed to hate…

Memories of the sweet care Finn had taken with her caused her cheeks to flush.

When he returned, he held a sweating glass of clear soda to her lips and helped her take a sip. Setting the glass on the bedside table, he said, “I’m going to call a doctor. It’s weird how this thing keeps coming and going. Last night, I thought you were getting better, but this morning—no offense, you look worse than ever.”

“Thanks,” she said with a feeble grin.

His quick smile stole what little was left of her breath. Beyond being sick, what was happening to her? She wasn’t falling for her husband, was she?

“KNOCK KNOCK,” Finn said later that afternoon at her bedroom door.

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