Page 53 of The Billionaire's Teacher

“Not really. Judging by the sky, I’d say midafternoon. But I could be completely off.” I shrugged.

Wes walked over to the shutters and squatted down. He grabbed the bottom and yanked as he stood. The shutters opened with intermittent squeaks of metal as they rolled back into their storage location.

Sunlight poured into the room.

“Wow. Look at that view.” Wes hooked his hands behind his back and stared outside.

It was gorgeous. The clear, blue sky met the ocean on the horizon. Waves lapped at the beach. Birds chirped. But what truly drew my gaze was the man looking out. If we hadn’t just sheltered from a hurricane, I would consider this a stand-in for Eden.

Hissing from the hearth drew my gaze away from the view. I grinned. “Guess you’re right.”

“About?”

I gestured to the pot. “I looked at the view and the water boiled. Eggs?”

“You have eggs?” Wes crossed the room to where I sat.

I held up the pouches. “Don’t get too excited.”

He chuckled. “Still better than starving. Eggs it is. Any chance you have hot sauce?”

“Maybe? Check that duffel.” I indicated the correct one with a nod. “Grab forks while you’re at it?”

“Sure.”

I picked up the pot and splashed some water into each of the pouches. It would be better if I could measure it, but that was out. So I tried to keep the liquid to a minimum. I put the pot back down on the hearth and shook the bags carefully to mix the water around.

“Here.” Wes offered me a fork.

I set one of the bags down and used the fork to stir the first. Then repeated the process. “Now we wait.”

“Wait? I’m hungry.” His stomach growled, emphasizing his point.

I laughed. “Trust me.”

“Fine.” He gave a mock sigh, then smiled. “Maybe I’ll go visit the facilities.”

“Sure. Probably be ready when you get back.”

Wes nodded and I forced myself not to watch him walk away.

Oh boy. I had it bad.

15

WES

“Are you sure about this?” I stood on the beach with Sunshine and stared out at the yacht. “It doesn’t seem like the best idea.”

“I’m sure. We need to see if the boat is usable. And maybe, now that the sky is clear again, the satellites will connect and I can get in touch with Zee.” She turned and crossed her arms. “That boat’s the only way we’re getting you home on any kind of reasonable timeline.”

I frowned. “Let me go. Or I’ll come with you.”

She shook her head. “You’re still injured. You have an open wound on your head.”

“It’s glued closed. That’s about as not open as it gets.” I set my jaw. “I don’t like you going out there by yourself.”

“I’m in charge here. What I say goes.”

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