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feeling appalled that there was no one Jenny could ask to help but him—his own past neglect of her not withstanding—Rodrigo gave her a gentle shove so that her spun-gold head fell back onto the creamy white pillows.
‘Since I have already complimented you on your ability to make guests feel more than at home here, and have seen how dedicated you are to running things for Lily in her absence, that’s clearly not true. Go back to sleep. When you wake I’ll make you a cup of tea, if that’s your preference. But I warn you that my tea-making skills would hardly earn me a job working here.’
Chuckling, he reached out to lay his palm flat against Jenny’s forehead. She was still unnaturally warm, but thankfully not as dangerously hot as last night. Cautiously, he prayed that meant her fever had broken and she was over the worst.
‘You’re a long way from recovered, querida , but hopefully you are on the mend. Right now I need a shower and a shave—then I’ll see what has to be done downstairs. Do as I say and get some more rest…I’ll return in a while to make sure everything is okay.’
Settling back against the bank of pillows she’d just about mustered the strength to arrange behind her, Jenny swept her gaze round the sunlit bedroom with frustrated resignation and felt a little jab of fear piercing her. It was perfectly true that she felt weaker than a newborn foal, and twice as vulnerable, but to have allowed Rodrigo, her work-obsessed ex-husband, to postpone his business meeting to help take care of her…Well, it hadn’t featured in even her wildest dreams. And why had she trusted him so easily when his past record of considering her needs was so abysmal? It was inexplicable.
She’d had similar issues with Tim. Jenny knew her brother wasn’t the type of man who could take care of anything much. He certainly wouldn’t have been able to even look after their home if she should have fallen ill. In truth, he would have simply gone out and left her. His attitude to any sort of responsibility was casual, to say the least. When she’d returned to live in her old home after she and Rodrigo had split up, the beautiful Victorian semi she’d grown up in had been an absolute tip. It had taken several weeks of diligent home-making application on Jenny’s part to restore it to anywhere near its former beauty and comfort.
Then, after months of growing suspicion of her brother’s irresponsible behaviour, she’d discovered the real reason he was inclined to let things slide—and that included work. It was because he despised any demands that came between him and his increasing dependence on drugs.
A flutter of pain tightened her chest. Dark times …Not the kind of thing Jenny wanted to recall when she was feeling so poorly.
In stark contrast, the vibrant and charismatic Rodrigo had taken on the mantle of carer so gallantly and effortlessly that she was already half bewitched by him all over again. Dangerous. Her temperature had soared even higher when he’d swept her up into his arms to take her to the bathroom and back to bed when she came out. There was no disputing the man’s strength, or the beguiling warmth of his body at close quarters, or the fine and expensive way he smelled. But the situation couldn’t continue for much longer, Jenny vowed. Somehow she had to get better quickly to resume her stewardship of Lily’s guesthouse. It was kind of Rodrigo to say he would tell people they were closed until she was recovered, but it was her friend’s precious income she was denying if she allowed that.
‘How are you feeling?’
The man himself stood in the doorway, carrying a tray with a cup of tea on it. The sight of him had the same effect as a shot of dizzying adrenaline in the arm. He was wearing a fitted coal-black T-shirt and faded light blue denims that hugged his muscular thighs like a glove. The deceptively ordinary clothing must love being so close to his smooth bronzed skin, Jenny thought
‘Since I have already complimented you on your ability to make guests feel more than at home here, and have seen how dedicated you are to running things for Lily in her absence, that’s clearly not true. Go back to sleep. When you wake I’ll make you a cup of tea, if that’s your preference. But I warn you that my tea-making skills would hardly earn me a job working here.’
Chuckling, he reached out to lay his palm flat against Jenny’s forehead. She was still unnaturally warm, but thankfully not as dangerously hot as last night. Cautiously, he prayed that meant her fever had broken and she was over the worst.
‘You’re a long way from recovered, querida , but hopefully you are on the mend. Right now I need a shower and a shave—then I’ll see what has to be done downstairs. Do as I say and get some more rest…I’ll return in a while to make sure everything is okay.’
Settling back against the bank of pillows she’d just about mustered the strength to arrange behind her, Jenny swept her gaze round the sunlit bedroom with frustrated resignation and felt a little jab of fear piercing her. It was perfectly true that she felt weaker than a newborn foal, and twice as vulnerable, but to have allowed Rodrigo, her work-obsessed ex-husband, to postpone his business meeting to help take care of her…Well, it hadn’t featured in even her wildest dreams. And why had she trusted him so easily when his past record of considering her needs was so abysmal? It was inexplicable.
She’d had similar issues with Tim. Jenny knew her brother wasn’t the type of man who could take care of anything much. He certainly wouldn’t have been able to even look after their home if she should have fallen ill. In truth, he would have simply gone out and left her. His attitude to any sort of responsibility was casual, to say the least. When she’d returned to live in her old home after she and Rodrigo had split up, the beautiful Victorian semi she’d grown up in had been an absolute tip. It had taken several weeks of diligent home-making application on Jenny’s part to restore it to anywhere near its former beauty and comfort.
Then, after months of growing suspicion of her brother’s irresponsible behaviour, she’d discovered the real reason he was inclined to let things slide—and that included work. It was because he despised any demands that came between him and his increasing dependence on drugs.
A flutter of pain tightened her chest. Dark times …Not the kind of thing Jenny wanted to recall when she was feeling so poorly.
In stark contrast, the vibrant and charismatic Rodrigo had taken on the mantle of carer so gallantly and effortlessly that she was already half bewitched by him all over again. Dangerous. Her temperature had soared even higher when he’d swept her up into his arms to take her to the bathroom and back to bed when she came out. There was no disputing the man’s strength, or the beguiling warmth of his body at close quarters, or the fine and expensive way he smelled. But the situation couldn’t continue for much longer, Jenny vowed. Somehow she had to get better quickly to resume her stewardship of Lily’s guesthouse. It was kind of Rodrigo to say he would tell people they were closed until she was recovered, but it was her friend’s precious income she was denying if she allowed that.
‘How are you feeling?’
The man himself stood in the doorway, carrying a tray with a cup of tea on it. The sight of him had the same effect as a shot of dizzying adrenaline in the arm. He was wearing a fitted coal-black T-shirt and faded light blue denims that hugged his muscular thighs like a glove. The deceptively ordinary clothing must love being so close to his smooth bronzed skin, Jenny thought
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