Page 23 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

“So, the headaches just stopped?”

Aiden pulled a long piece of duct tape off the roll. “Yeah. I think it was around the time we moved here. Imagine that. I hadn’t thought about it before, but maybe something about the air pressure here stopped them.”

“This is a paradise. I think my health would improve if I got to sit on the beach each day and sip pina coladas.”

Aiden chuckled as he taped up the garbage bag. “Maybe.” Felicity might be onto something there. The wind pushed against the bag, but it held. “That should keep the wind and rain out.”

“Thanks.” Her gaze darted to the plastic as the wind made it push in and out.

He walked to the fireplace and added another log. “I don’t know if we’ll get electricity back tonight.”

The wind howled and Felicity hugged herself. “Are you sure you should go out in this?”

What was she saying? That he should stay there, with her? He swallowed. Not a good idea. He walked to the door and looked out of the glass inlay. Unease crept over him. The palm trees swayed erratically in the wind. Leaves and other debris blew past. He didn’t want to get hit with something. “Maybe you’re right. It does look bad.”

“Then stay.” Conflicting emotions played across her face. “I mean, if you want to.”

He nodded and rubbed his neck. “All right. I can sleep on the couch.”

“I’ll get you a blanket and a pillow.” Felicity disappeared into her bedroom and came out with the comforter from her bed and one of her pillows.

“What if you get cold?” He took the blanket from her and tossed it on the couch.

She shrugged. “I should be fine.”

His stomach growled and he gave her a sheepish look. “Guess my stomach is telling me it’s time to eat.”

She smiled and glanced toward the kitchen. “I haven’t bought anything, so unfortunately my cupboards are bare.”

“We usually stock the fridge with milk. That’s about it.”

“Oh, I do have a few things in my carry-on.” Felicity ran to get them, and Aiden went into the kitchen and took out a couple of glasses from the cupboard. He poured the milk and brought them into the living room. The fire crackled and he set the milk down on the coffee table.

Felicity returned with two granola bars and a bag of peanut M&M’s. “This is all I have left.”

Aiden sat on the couch and grinned at her. “Looks like a feast to me.”

She sat next to him, her apprehension clear. He scooted one of the glasses of milk closer to her. She handed him a granola bar.

Thunder crashed and Felicity jumped.

“Don’t think about the storm,” Aiden said. “It will be over soon.” He wanted to pull her to him again but wasn’t sure that was a good idea. He enjoyed being close to Felicity too much. He had to remember what it had been like after she left him. The unending pain. He sat back and folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t need that again.

She nodded, a forced smile on her face. “I know it will. It’s stupid of me to be afraid.”

“It’s not stupid. You had a terrible thing happen to you.” The fact that she’d shared that with him made him feel good. Like she trusted him, at least a little bit. And that made him want to protect her. He took a bite of his granola bar. “This is good.”

She laughed. “It’s something to eat.”

A comfortable silence fell between them as they ate. When he was done, he crumpled up his trash and tossed it onto the coffee table. “What are you up to tomorrow?”

Felicity folded her empty wrapper. “I don’t have plans.”

“Do you want me to take you on another excursion?” He chuckled. “Since this one worked out so well.”

She laughed, but it was a bit strained. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I know.” He studied her. “There’s an excursion we offer that takes you on a hike through the jungle. It includes a waterfall. I think you could get some great photos.”

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