Page 91 of Reckless Vow

Brook stirs, stretches her arm and pats the sheets beside her. “Baldo?”

Her voice sleepy, she flutters her eyes open, a little disoriented.

“I’m here.” I sit beside her.

She smiles. “You’re here.”

My chest hurts. There is no fucking oxygen in this cavernous space.

She blinks a few times and reaches for me, her hand landing on my biceps. She frowns.

“You’re dressed.”

“I have to take care of something. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

I don’t think she is fully awake yet. Poor thing needs rest. And now a fresh wave of rage floods my bloodstream. At myself. I should have taken it easy with her.

“I was always jealous of your eyelashes,” she says and yawns, curling up on her side, her hands under her flushed face.

I snort and pull the sheet up to cover her better. “My eyelashes?”

She closes her eyes and sighs. Her blonde hair spread on my pillow, and a ghost of a smile smoothing her features, she’s a vision.

Mine.

For now, at least.

“Yeah.” She yawns again. “It’s unfair a man has such long, thick lashes.”

I can’t help it, I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Where are you going?” She’s half asleep already.

“I have a quick breakfast meeting.”

She sits up so suddenly, I almost topple from the edge of the bed. Not half asleep after all.

“With the long-legged brunette you were so cozy with yesterday?”

I raise my eyebrows. “Good to know I’m not the only one who’s jealous.”

“Prick. You really just fucked my brains out and you’re going to have breakfast with another woman?” She scoots away from me, pulling the sheets with her as if seeking modesty.

She’s fucking adorable, worked up over nothing. Her indignation makes me ridiculously happy. Not that there is much room for such emotion in my stormy mind this morning.

“Why don’t you come with me?”

That stops her retreat. “What?”

“You heard me, Brook. Hurry up and get dressed.” I stand up and walk to the kitchen, sweeping away the shards of last night by the sofa with my foot.

Fuck, I need to call my housekeeper to take care of this before Brook gets cut. I wish it was that easy to deal with the other broken pieces in the aftermath of our reunion.

“I need to shower.” She scrambles out of the bed.

“No time for that.”

“But—”

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