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sleep Rodrigo sat in the rattan chair, listening to the rain lash furiously against the windows, soberly mulling over what she’d told him about her family home burning down and losing everything.
He had been drifting off himself when her anguished cry had rent the air and sent him bolting out of his seat as if an explosion had just ripped through the room. But even though his heartbeat had thundered in alarm, he’d still had the presence of mind to stay calm, so that when she emerged more fully from whatever nighttime horrors had visited her he could reassure her that it was only a dream. Those incandescent blue eyes of hers definitely didn’t lack courage, but he’d sensed early on in their acquaintance that there was some fragility in her make-up too.
It had made it all the harder for him to end a marriage that should never have happened in the first place. But Rodrigo had been so head over heels in love with Jenny from the instant he’d seen her chatting to a friend, one of the receptionists at the hotel he’d been staying at in London, that for a while he hadn’t been thinking straight.
Now, after witnessing the distress caused by her nightmare, Rodrigo willingly resigned himself to the fact that he would be getting no sleep for the rest of the night. How could he risk even dozing if that fever of hers got worse? It was vital to stay alert in case he had to make an emergency dash in his car to the nearest hospital. But even the idea of negotiating a safe path through this hostile storm in the pitch-dark, in an area he wasn’t even familiar with, keeping one eye on his possibly dangerously ill passenger as he drove, filled him with dread. Yet there was no question that he would do what had to be done and deliver Jenny safely into the competent medical hands she deserved…
Grimly firming his mouth, he beat his fingers in a soft, restless tattoo on the arms of his chair. It was best not to concentrate on the worst-case scenario, he decided. If Jenny woke suddenly he would not want her to sense that he was rattled by the situation in any way.
Needing a distraction, he reached for the sheaf of papers he had brought from his room, resolving to concentrate.
Two hours later the thunder and lightning was at last a spent force, the storm having subsided to the ghostly sound of the wind rushing pell-mell through the trees and faintly rattling the windows. Judging by the hushed rhythmic breaths that had softly accompanied the reading of his documents Jenny was still sleeping peacefully, and a welcome atmosphere of calm had descended on the room.
His eyes feeling as if he’d rinsed them out with gravel, Rodrigo laid down his papers and stood up. Yawning and stretching, he moved barefoot to Jenny’s bedside. Glancing down at her angelic profile—at the curling dark blonde lashes brushing the tip of her velvet cheekbone, the slim, elegant nose and lips as serene as those of the blessed Madonna herself—he felt a rush of forceful commanding need rock him to his soul.
After helping her change her gown during the night and seeing her naked once again it was hard to get the arresting image of her bewitching perfection to leave his mind. She was so lovely that Rodrigo had to force away the idea of her being with someone else. It made him feel jealous and suddenly possessive. If he had a second chance with her then he would definitely not spend all his time at work. Even he must learn from the lessons of the past.
Suddenly realizing the road his hypnotized thoughts were taking him down, Rodrigo shook his head. For heaven’s sake, was he going mad? His marriage to Jenny was finished—over. He’d made his choice and he was destined to live by it. Dedication and hard work had helped him become the owner and head of one of the most successful luxury spa hotel empires in the world, and he wasn’t about to ease off the gas for anything—least of all a precarious rekindling of a relationship that he’d really known from
He had been drifting off himself when her anguished cry had rent the air and sent him bolting out of his seat as if an explosion had just ripped through the room. But even though his heartbeat had thundered in alarm, he’d still had the presence of mind to stay calm, so that when she emerged more fully from whatever nighttime horrors had visited her he could reassure her that it was only a dream. Those incandescent blue eyes of hers definitely didn’t lack courage, but he’d sensed early on in their acquaintance that there was some fragility in her make-up too.
It had made it all the harder for him to end a marriage that should never have happened in the first place. But Rodrigo had been so head over heels in love with Jenny from the instant he’d seen her chatting to a friend, one of the receptionists at the hotel he’d been staying at in London, that for a while he hadn’t been thinking straight.
Now, after witnessing the distress caused by her nightmare, Rodrigo willingly resigned himself to the fact that he would be getting no sleep for the rest of the night. How could he risk even dozing if that fever of hers got worse? It was vital to stay alert in case he had to make an emergency dash in his car to the nearest hospital. But even the idea of negotiating a safe path through this hostile storm in the pitch-dark, in an area he wasn’t even familiar with, keeping one eye on his possibly dangerously ill passenger as he drove, filled him with dread. Yet there was no question that he would do what had to be done and deliver Jenny safely into the competent medical hands she deserved…
Grimly firming his mouth, he beat his fingers in a soft, restless tattoo on the arms of his chair. It was best not to concentrate on the worst-case scenario, he decided. If Jenny woke suddenly he would not want her to sense that he was rattled by the situation in any way.
Needing a distraction, he reached for the sheaf of papers he had brought from his room, resolving to concentrate.
Two hours later the thunder and lightning was at last a spent force, the storm having subsided to the ghostly sound of the wind rushing pell-mell through the trees and faintly rattling the windows. Judging by the hushed rhythmic breaths that had softly accompanied the reading of his documents Jenny was still sleeping peacefully, and a welcome atmosphere of calm had descended on the room.
His eyes feeling as if he’d rinsed them out with gravel, Rodrigo laid down his papers and stood up. Yawning and stretching, he moved barefoot to Jenny’s bedside. Glancing down at her angelic profile—at the curling dark blonde lashes brushing the tip of her velvet cheekbone, the slim, elegant nose and lips as serene as those of the blessed Madonna herself—he felt a rush of forceful commanding need rock him to his soul.
After helping her change her gown during the night and seeing her naked once again it was hard to get the arresting image of her bewitching perfection to leave his mind. She was so lovely that Rodrigo had to force away the idea of her being with someone else. It made him feel jealous and suddenly possessive. If he had a second chance with her then he would definitely not spend all his time at work. Even he must learn from the lessons of the past.
Suddenly realizing the road his hypnotized thoughts were taking him down, Rodrigo shook his head. For heaven’s sake, was he going mad? His marriage to Jenny was finished—over. He’d made his choice and he was destined to live by it. Dedication and hard work had helped him become the owner and head of one of the most successful luxury spa hotel empires in the world, and he wasn’t about to ease off the gas for anything—least of all a precarious rekindling of a relationship that he’d really known from
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