I’m surprised at the relief that floods over me. I thought he had slept with me and then abandoned me in the morning, but I should have known better. He’s just in the kitchen, cookingbreakfast.
“I guess you wore me out,” I say with a littlesmile.
His grin gets even better. “Damn, I should have thought ofthat.”
“I’m clever, what can I say.” I pour myself a cup of coffee as he shovels food onto two plates. We sit at the kitchen counter, side by side, and I pick at what’s in front ofme.
If he notices that I’m a little distracted, he doesn’t say anything. I’m relieved to see him out here cooking breakfast for me, but that doesn’t change anything. All of my hesitations are still there, and maybe this makes it even worse. If he had just left last night, I might know where I stood. But now I’m just even moreconfused.
I’m not really his wife. This is just a business deal. I’m getting money and stability, and he’s getting a cleaner image and an heir. That’s a good trade for both of us, but what’s confusing me is this strange middle ground we seem to be sitting on here. Not quite together, but not aparteither.
He finishes his plate before I’ve even had half my coffee. He stands and looks at me with his hands on his hips. I look up at him and cock my head. He’s wearing just a pair of boxer briefs and a button-down shirt open at the front, so there’s not much left to my imagination. I feel something stirring inside of me, but I have to ignore thatfeeling.
“Let’s take a drive,” hesays.
“What?” Iask.
“A drive,” he repeats. “You do that in America,right?”
“I mean, yeah, of course,” Isay.
“I want to show you a little of my country. And your country now. What do youthink?”
I frown at him. “I have a language tutoring session in a couple ofhours.”
“We’ll cancel. It’s our honeymoon, afterall.”
I can’t help but smile at him. “Okay,” I say, even though I’m not sure. I’m afraid of spending too much time with him, I realize. I’m afraid of gettingattached.
If I get attached, I can get hurt. And I don’t want to get hurt, although I can tell this man could hurt me soeasily.
“Get dressed,” he says, heading over to the door that connects our rooms. “I’ll be back inten.”
“That’s not enough time!” I call after him as he disappears into hisapartment.
I sigh and shake my head. I take a few more bites, finish my coffee, and hurry into the bedroom to getready.
I can’t stop thinking about the future and what it means if I’m pregnant. He’s being so kind to me right now, and seems like he actually wants to be around me, but it’s so new. Who knows what he’s going to think in aweek.
I’m plagued by these doubts when Nolan finally comes to my room about twenty minutes later. He’s wearing a button-down linen shirt, a pair of perfectly fitting dark jeans, and darksunglasses.
“Ready, princess?” heasks.
I nod and try to smile. I’m in a simple sundress, since it’s warm in Polovia right now. “Ready,” Isay.
“Let’s go.” He takes my hand and we leave the room, walking quickly through thehalls.
Usually there are stewards following us around, but nobody is there as we walk. I don’t know the route we’re taking, and soon we step into a very large garage. Parked directly in front of us, with the engine running and Thomas standing by the driver’s side door, is a gorgeous Tesla model S in a deep midnightblack.
“Your car,” Thomas says, droll asever.
“Thank you,” Nolan says, climbing in behind the wheel. “You just going to stare, or are you getting in?” He winks atme.
I laugh and walk around to the other side, climbing in. The Tesla is beautiful and modern, not at all what I was expecting. “I figured you’d drive some cool classic car,” I say tohim.
“This is cool,” he says. “And much better for the environment than those old gas guzzlers.” He smirks at me before pullingout.
The car rides smooth and soon we’re out on the city streets. Nolan drives fast through the mostly empty traffic, buzzing past everyone, and I can’t help but smile to myself. I’ve never seen the city like this, much less ridden in a car this nicebefore.