Page 100 of Burning Love
“Feel better?”
“I do. Thank you.”
Jace shut his eyes when he heard her soft breathing, knowing she was back to sleep too.
The next time he opened his eyes, he realized he was alone in bed.
“Talia?”
There was no answer so he got up to search for her.
She wasn’t downstairs, but he smelled something upstairs.
He didn’t want to walk up there in his underwear even if they were the only two people in the house.
He picked his shorts up off the chair and put them on, then followed the scent up the stairs to the kitchen.
“I was going to surprise you with breakfast. I’m starving.”
She was flipping pancakes in a pan, and he saw a few more on a plate.
“I woke up alone and thought you might have been sick again.”
“I felt it at first, but once I drank some more and moved, it went away. I’m good now. Just hungry.”
He got the plates out from where he saw them last night.
This house was massive and he felt out of place in it.
His father had a big home and he’d thought that was like a dream when he first arrived as a teen.
But Aileen Carlisle’s house put his father’s to shame.
“That’s good. Keep drinking.” He noticed the cup of coffee on the counter. He’d never seen her drink it before. Then he remembered it was the first time they’d spent the night or had breakfast together. “The caffeine will dehydrate you more.”
“I finished that bottle of water and another. I’m good.” She moved over to give him a hug. “But I appreciate you caring about me.”
“I’d do that for anyone.”
She stepped out of his arms with a frown on her face. “Oh.”
“Don’t think more of it than the words,” he said. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
“It’s fine. I’m just off. I’ve been this way for a few days.”
“Off how?” he asked, frowning. “Maybe you’re coming down with something.”
“I can’t explain it. It could be. Traveling never agrees with me much. Not like what I’ve been doing. I’ve been in four different cities in five days. It’s a lot. Lots of cars and planes and hotels. Abby wanted to give birth in the Hamptons and I don’t blame her, but that meant when it was time to leave, I had to either have West’s driver bring me to JFK or take the helicopter there and cut the time significantly.”
He snorted. “You’re kidding me?”
“No. I took the helicopter. I normally like that, but didn’t this time. I’m not sure why it’s so windy when I’m in the air. Maybe that is what made me feel a bit off before I even got on my plane to come home yesterday. It was nonstop travel.”
“The curse of the rich.”
“Don’t be that way. I fly coach just like you. Laken gets to fly first class. The only time I get to travel in style is when I’m with my mother because West spares no expense for her or we are in his jet.”
“Jet,” he said, smirking. He shouldn’t be surprised.
