Page 99 of The Hermit

Leo lets out a sigh, then rises to his feet. “I need to get home. I have a meeting early tomorrow.”

It’s only then I remember my private jet was blown up.

“Jebat,” I grumble.

Grace’s eyes snap to my face. “What’s wrong?”

“I have to organize a way for us to get back to Slovakia.”

Evinka shakes her head, then signs, “I already organized with Santiago to borrow one of his private jets.”

My gaze flicks to the man who’s quickly becoming one hell of an asset in my life. “Thanks for the loan. I owe you.”

“You owe me nothing but your undying loyalty,” he says as if we’re fucking declaring our love for each other.

I let out a chuckle while shaking my head. “You’re something else, Santiago.”

“One of a kind.”

The fourteen-hour flight home almost killed me. By the time I bring the Hummer to a stop, I’m so fucking dead on my feet my head is spinning.

“Come, let's get you to bed,” Grace orders as she shoves her door open.

With my body aching as if I ran a fucking marathon, I groan when I climb out of the vehicle.

Grace comes to wrap her arm around my lower back. I love that she’s trying to take some of my weight, but she’s too small in comparison to me.

The walk up the hill drains the last of my energy, and entering the house, I head straight for the living room. I drop down on a couch with a sigh of relief.

“You should go to bed,” Grace insists.

I stare at her beautiful face as she leans over me, worry tightening her features.

“I’ll go up once I have energy,” I say.

She places her hand on my forehead. “You don’t feel feverish.”

“That’s because I’m not. I’m just tired.”

“I’ll make you some green tea.” She darts away and jogs in her hurry to get to the kitchen.

Previously, whenever I’ve been sick or injured, there was no one to fuss about me.

I’m not going to lie. I like it.

A lot.

When she comes back, I drag myself into a sitting position. Taking the cup from her, I grin and murmur, “Thanks,milácik.”

She hurries away again, heading up the stairs.

I suck in a deep breath then drink some of the tea before placing the cup on the coffee table.

Grace comes back down with an armful of clothes.

Even though I showered during the flight home, I had to put on the same clothes because our luggage got blown up with the private jet.

My wife sets it all down on the couch beside me, then reaching for my shirt, she gingerly removes it from my body.

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