The Billionaire's Blue Blood (Newport Billionaires, Book 3) by Amy DeLuca

Author:Amy DeLuca [DeLuca, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Oxford South Press
Published: 2019-09-24T16:00:00+00:00

Eighteen

Genetic Gifts

Cinda wasn’t sure what time Alex got up or if he’d managed to sleep well, but when she woke in the morning, he was in the kitchen. Cooking.

Apparently, the gas stove still functioned with the electricity out. Whatever he was making smelled good.

She sat up on the couch, looking around and blinking in the hazy daylight like a kitten with newly opened eyes.

“Good morning,” Alex said in a cheery tone, turning to transfer the fragrant food from a skillet onto a plate waiting on the counter. “How’s your ankle feeling today?”

Cinda looked at the ankle in question, wincing as she moved it gingerly. “Better, I think? A bit tender. It’s swollen, though. And colorful.”

Pinks and purples and even a bit of black covered the skin, and her ankle looked at least twice its normal circumference.

“I saw that. Even with proper treatment that would have been inevitable. And with only ‘Dr. Wessex’s’ questionable skills at your service… I’m afraid you may be in for a bit of a protracted recovery period.”

Alex came into the living room carrying the plate which he set on the low table in front of the sofa. He offered her a steaming mug.

“The coffeemaker’s electric, but I found some tea bags and a kettle. Do you still like tea?”

“Yes.”

“There’s sugar if you’d like it. No cream obviously.”

She lifted the cup and took an exploratory sip. “Sugar would be great, thank you. How long have you been up?”

Alex walked back to the kitchen to fetch the sugar bowl. “A while,” he answered with a smile. “I’m still on Aubernesse time, and my sleep schedule is all out of whack. I’m glad you managed to sleep. I was worried the pain might keep you awake.”

“I woke a few times, but I managed to get through the night.”

What Cinda didn’t say was that each time she’d awakened, she’d immediately checked the sofa opposite hers, searching for the reassuring shape of Alex’s large body stretched out nearby.

And it had given her comfort to see him there. Which made no sense at all.

“Have you heard any weather updates today?”

Alex returned and sat on the floor beside her sofa, taking her cup and stirring sugar into it before returning it.

“I have. I monitored the reports throughout the night in case I needed to snatch you up and carry you to the basement.” He gave her a playful smirk. “They’ve downgraded the system to a tropical storm, though it’s a nasty one. It’s strong, but I don’t think we need to fear blowing away. Power’s still out obviously.”

“So… no ferry service today?”

He chuckled at her hopeful tone. “No ferry service. No flying either. Too risky. They’re saying the worst of it will pass by tonight. We should be able to get you home by noon tomorrow. As for today… I’m afraid you’re stuck here with me.”

I’m afraid, too. What were they going to do all day, just the two of them alone in the big old house?

Cinda quashed an uprising of butterfly wings in her belly, faking nonchalance with a shrug.

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