Three Sisters 3 - Face the Fire by Nora Roberts

Author:Nora Roberts [Roberts, Nora]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jove Books
Published: 2002-06-01T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The candles burned low, and the air was full of fragrance and soft light when she woke. She felt him there almost before she felt herself. The warmth of his hand over hers, the weight of his worry. For an instant only, the years vanished and her heart was light with love. What she'd felt once, what she felt now, collided and dissolved before she could hold either.

"Here, drink this." As he had hours before, he lifted her head, held a cup to her lips.

But this time she sniffed speculatively before she sipped. "Hyssop. Good choice."

"How do you feel?"

"Well enough. Better, I'd say, than you. There was no need for you to sit up all night." The cat that had curled beside her now slithered under her hand for stroking. "What time is it?"

"Sunrise." Sam rose now, began to extinguish the candles. "You only had about nine hours. You could probably use more."

"No." She sat up, shook back her hair. "I'm awake. And starving."

He glanced back. She sat in the old bed, her face flushed with sleep, the black cat in her lap. He wanted to slide into bed with her. Just to hold, just to rest. Just to be. "I'll fix you something."

"You'll cook breakfast?"

"I can manage eggs and toast," he answered as he stalked out of the room.

"Cranky," Mia said to Isis. The cat swished her tail, then leaped off the bed to trot out after Sam.

He brewed coffee first in hopes that a strong shot of caffeine would clear his head and improve his mood. He didn't question the fact that his tender feelings, his steady concern of the night, had jumped straight to annoyance the minute she'd awakened and looked at him. A man needed some defense.

While the coffeemaker grumbled, he turned on the cold water tap in the sink and dunked his head under the flow. And rapped his head smartly against the faucet when the cat brushed up against his legs. He saw stars, swore, then smacked the water off and came up dripping. When Mia walked in, he was standing, glaring at the cat, with water running down his face. She picked up a fresh dish towel and passed it to him.

"You're welcome to use the shower if you'd like to do more than soak your head."

After exchanging a decidedly female glance with the cat, Mia opened the door to let her out.

Rather than trust himself to speak, Sam wrenched open the refrigerator, took out a carton of eggs. Mia reached down to get a skillet out of a cupboard, then held out a hand. "Why don't I take care of this?"

"I said I'd fix some damn eggs, so I'll fix some damn eggs."

"All right." Complacently, she set the skillet on a burner before moving over to get down two mugs. She poured, trying to keep her lips from twitching while Sam slammed around her kitchen. But the first sip of coffee made her eyes water.

"God. Well, this is strong enough to go ten rounds with the champ.

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