Page 138 of Fraud
WITH A BELLYFUL OF PANCAKESand a hot bath, I was finally starting to feel somewhat closer to my normal self again.
At least my hands weren’t shaking anymore.
Wrapping the fluffy robe around my body, I wandered around the grand suite, taking in the view of Manhattan.
I’d done it.
I’d gotten on a plane and flown.
Across country, no less.
I hoped my parents were looking down on me with pride.
Leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, I peered down at the world below, watching the busy streets of New York several stories beneath my feet.
Somewhere in that chaotic mess of people was Killian.
Did he miss me as much as I missed him?
If I’d had my way, I would have rushed to his side the second I stepped off the plane, but Jane hadn’t allowed any of that.
Nor had my queasy stomach.
She’d insisted on checking me into someplace proper, and in my weakened state, I’d agreed. Although, had I known her idea of someplace proper meant The Ritz, I might have protested a bit more.
But it was nice to be pampered.
She’d settled me in, ordered me to eat, and then run off to do some errands.
She hadn’t fooled me.
I knew she was tracking Killian down.
Making sure he meant what he’d said in that letter.
It was her protective nature, the reason she was so good at her job.
And such a good friend.
But I didn’t need to track him down and drill him to death. I’d seen the truth in his words as I read them. I’d felt the adoration and devotion he had for me over and over in the way he’d made love to me.
We had some things to work out, this much I knew, but not even I could doubt the undeniable connection between us.
That man was and always would be my everything.
And I couldn’t wait to tell him.
But, first, I had something to do.
I finished typing the last word in the letter when a knock on the door came.
Not expecting anyone, I tightened the strap on my robe and rushed to the door to get a peek at the other side.
My eyes widened, and I immediately pulled the door open.
Killian looked just as handsome as I remembered, standing there with a bouquet of sunflowers in his hands, and although it hadn’t been long since I last saw him, it felt like an eternity since that moment in the motel room.
How I’d ever thought I could walk away, I wasn’t sure.
