"The
briefcase seems to have made out great, though. The lid sealed
tight so no water got inside. The suitcase contents were mostly
just damp, but definitely smell strange." He turned back to the
range, grabbed the skillet, and turned out the flame of the burner
ring. "How do you feel?"
Aurora chided herself for thinking he’d
rifled through her things to satisfy his curiosity. "Like a
hundred-year-old woman who's been mugged. I'm in search of a hair
brush, toothpaste, and toothbrush." Aurora inspected the articles
on the table. Most of the items from her handbag had been salvaged
but a few, like her address book, would never be the same.
Will nodded toward another door. "The things
from your suitcase are in the laundry room. As I said, they seem
mostly just damp from the rain that soaked in through the canvas
shell, so they're in better shape than the stuff in your handbag.
Hurry up, though, or your breakfast will be cold."
Aurora went in the direction he indicated.
Her stiff and wobbly body moved slowly. Leaning forward to rinse
out her mouth after she brushed her teeth, she almost passed out.
She managed to avoid the area of her head wound while she brushed
the tangles from the rest of her hair. The effect was an odd,
lopsided hairdo.
Desolation hovered around her when she
wobbled into the kitchen with her cosmetic pouch in her right hand.
She found nothing more suitable to wear than Will's pajama top.
"Nothing has dried. I spread some things around the laundry room to
air dry so they won't mildew."
"While the electricity's off, I can unplug
the freezer from the generator and plug in the washing machine long
enough to wash the things that got wet--sort of mix and match with
the electrical appliances. Unfortunately, I have the generator set
up for 120 volts and it can't accommodate the 220-volt dryer. Maybe
I can rig up a line in the garage to dry some of them. Is
everything was okay?"
"Most of the things I brought were washable.
My new linen suit is probably a casualty, though." Aurora thought
sadly of the stunning suit she purchased in Dallas only a few weeks
ago.
"Too bad. Right now, how about some ham and
eggs?"
"I didn't think I could eat anything until I
saw the food." Aurora searched for a clean spot on the cluttered
table. "Maybe some solid food will quell this nausea. I’m known in
my family for my more than healthy appetite under any condition. I
inherited my grandmother’s amazing metabolism that lets me eat huge
amounts without gaining weight.”
"Let's sit at the breakfast island if you
feel well enough, or I can fix you a tray to have in bed. I seem to
have made a mess of the table."
"I'd rather eat sitting up." Aurora eased
her battered body gently onto a bar stool and laid the cosmetic
pouch beside her on the breakfast bar. Her green pajama top matched
the curtains at the windows as well as the rows of herbs
alternating with small green stripes on the wallpaper.
She tugged the pajama top down to cover as
much of her legs as possible as she realized just how much of her
seemed exposed. Match the kitchen or not, she wished she’d
remembered to grab that robe of Will's.
Will set two plates on the counter top and
reached into a drawer to produce cutlery. Now, how could he be
expected to control himself with her looking like that? He poured
two glasses of apple juice and placed them beside the plates. Into
a mug he poured tea from a teapot.
"I made more of the sweetened tea you had
last night. I've always heard tea's better for nausea than
anything."
Palms of both his hands sweated. Maybe it
had something to do with them being alone and Aurora seductive even
in her injured state. Awareness of her every move zinged through
him, every flash of ivory skin beckoned to him, every breath caused
her breasts to rise and fall. He ran a hand through his hair and
cursed to himself. Breakfast just starting and already his
reactions to this woman left him in a sad state.
"This is perfect." Aurora smiled at
briefcase seems to have made out great, though. The lid sealed
tight so no water got inside. The suitcase contents were mostly
just damp, but definitely smell strange." He turned back to the
range, grabbed the skillet, and turned out the flame of the burner
ring. "How do you feel?"
Aurora chided herself for thinking he’d
rifled through her things to satisfy his curiosity. "Like a
hundred-year-old woman who's been mugged. I'm in search of a hair
brush, toothpaste, and toothbrush." Aurora inspected the articles
on the table. Most of the items from her handbag had been salvaged
but a few, like her address book, would never be the same.
Will nodded toward another door. "The things
from your suitcase are in the laundry room. As I said, they seem
mostly just damp from the rain that soaked in through the canvas
shell, so they're in better shape than the stuff in your handbag.
Hurry up, though, or your breakfast will be cold."
Aurora went in the direction he indicated.
Her stiff and wobbly body moved slowly. Leaning forward to rinse
out her mouth after she brushed her teeth, she almost passed out.
She managed to avoid the area of her head wound while she brushed
the tangles from the rest of her hair. The effect was an odd,
lopsided hairdo.
Desolation hovered around her when she
wobbled into the kitchen with her cosmetic pouch in her right hand.
She found nothing more suitable to wear than Will's pajama top.
"Nothing has dried. I spread some things around the laundry room to
air dry so they won't mildew."
"While the electricity's off, I can unplug
the freezer from the generator and plug in the washing machine long
enough to wash the things that got wet--sort of mix and match with
the electrical appliances. Unfortunately, I have the generator set
up for 120 volts and it can't accommodate the 220-volt dryer. Maybe
I can rig up a line in the garage to dry some of them. Is
everything was okay?"
"Most of the things I brought were washable.
My new linen suit is probably a casualty, though." Aurora thought
sadly of the stunning suit she purchased in Dallas only a few weeks
ago.
"Too bad. Right now, how about some ham and
eggs?"
"I didn't think I could eat anything until I
saw the food." Aurora searched for a clean spot on the cluttered
table. "Maybe some solid food will quell this nausea. I’m known in
my family for my more than healthy appetite under any condition. I
inherited my grandmother’s amazing metabolism that lets me eat huge
amounts without gaining weight.”
"Let's sit at the breakfast island if you
feel well enough, or I can fix you a tray to have in bed. I seem to
have made a mess of the table."
"I'd rather eat sitting up." Aurora eased
her battered body gently onto a bar stool and laid the cosmetic
pouch beside her on the breakfast bar. Her green pajama top matched
the curtains at the windows as well as the rows of herbs
alternating with small green stripes on the wallpaper.
She tugged the pajama top down to cover as
much of her legs as possible as she realized just how much of her
seemed exposed. Match the kitchen or not, she wished she’d
remembered to grab that robe of Will's.
Will set two plates on the counter top and
reached into a drawer to produce cutlery. Now, how could he be
expected to control himself with her looking like that? He poured
two glasses of apple juice and placed them beside the plates. Into
a mug he poured tea from a teapot.
"I made more of the sweetened tea you had
last night. I've always heard tea's better for nausea than
anything."
Palms of both his hands sweated. Maybe it
had something to do with them being alone and Aurora seductive even
in her injured state. Awareness of her every move zinged through
him, every flash of ivory skin beckoned to him, every breath caused
her breasts to rise and fall. He ran a hand through his hair and
cursed to himself. Breakfast just starting and already his
reactions to this woman left him in a sad state.
"This is perfect." Aurora smiled at
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