Page 90 of Sparking Sara

“Please. What was a typical day like for me?”

“Well, let’s see. I suppose it would start off with a bit of a good shag,” he says, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “You always did prefer a morning shag to an evening one.”

I feel myself blush. “Then what?” I ask.

“Then you’d make breakfast, which was usually cappuccino and a bagel, or something to that effect. Then you’d throw on something like you’re wearing now, and I wouldn’t see you until dinner when you’d emerge fresh from a shower, usually wearing something stunning. You’d cook us dinner. Something brilliant. Sometimes we’d go out. Sometimes we’d go clubbing. Sometimes you’d go off with your mates and I’d go off with mine.”

“I thought I didn’t have any friends,” I say.

“You have friends. Lots of them.”

“But why didn’t anyone show up for me? Why hasn’t anyone called?”

“Because your friends are just as pretentious as you were, hun. And I suspect none of them want to believe that what happened to you could happen to them.”

“Joelle said we traveled a lot.”

He nods. “We did. We do. I’m just sorry the doctor has restricted you from flying.”

I shake my head in confusion. “Where would I even go?” I ask. “I’m not doing those kinds of paintings anymore.”

“To England, I suppose. You loved it there.”

“I did?”

“You said it was your favorite place on earth.”

I close my eyes. “I wish I could remember.”

“I know you do. And maybe you will. Maybe you’ll prove those doctors wrong. But for now, you need to eat and keep up your strength for therapy. One day off to get acclimated to being home is all they allowed. What time do you get started tomorrow?”

“I have to be there from ten until three.”

“I’m sorry I can’t take you. Duty calls.”

“I know. Denver said he’d take me.”

“He did, did he?” Oliver looks irritated. “He does know that your legs do work now, right? That you’re not poorly and you’re perfectly capable of getting yourself a cab?”

I narrow my eyes at him.

He holds up his hands in surrender. “Okay, fine. I know we agreed he could help. But you need to understand that I don’t take rightly to another man spending so much time with my fiancée.”

“Duly noted,” I say.

He takes my hand. “You know I’d be there for you if I could. I have a job to keep. I know you pay most of our bills, but I like to contribute where I can.”

“I pay most of our bills?”

He laughs. “Have you seen your bank account, luv?”

I shake my head. “Actually, no.”

“Well, do take a peek. It’s quite brilliant. So, what do you say, do you want to buy us dinner?”

I look back at the kitchen. “No. I’d like to make it. The doctor said I need to get back to my regular routine. Do we have food?”

“We do,” he says proudly. “I even picked up some meat at the market.”

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