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To her relief, the other woman nodded with a smile. “It’s good for him you’ve come back.”
Ah, Eleni…I needed to hear that.
They worked together like two conspirators. And before long she carried a tray to the master suite. To her delight, Andreas’s eyes opened when she approached the bed.
“I come bearing gifts. Sit up and I shall serve you, my lord.”
His white smile was more dazzling because of the shadow from his beard. After he’d done her bidding, she set the tray across his lap.
“I didn’t know Anna could cook food like this—”
“Not Anna—me!”
His surprised gaze swerved to her face.
“Don’t worry. I cleared it with Eleni, so no one’s feelings would be hurt.”
She puffed up a couple of pillows next to him, then climbed on the bed and reached for her own plate. After tucking in, it thrilled her to watch him devour his pile of French toast and scrambled eggs with equal relish. He drank his orange juice never once stopping for breath.
“How odd,” she remarked while she sipped her juice. “Eleni was under the impression you didn’t have a big appetite anymore. I have to say I don’t see anything wrong with it. In fact for an old man you’ve surprised me in quite a few ways I wasn’t expecting.”
He cast her a sidelong glance. “For a child bride you’ve managed to pull off several su
rprises yourself.”
“Maybe we should take you to the doctor and get your heart checked out. Just in case.”
“You little minx.”
Suddenly everything was thrust away. She let out a yelp of laughter as he rolled her up in his arms. They were both out of breath.
“Thank you for breakfast. It was almost as delicious as you are.”
The corner of her mouth curved upward. “You think I’m delicious?”
His low chuckle drove her mad with excitement.
“How do you say that in Greek?”
“Ask me later,” he murmured against her lips. “Right now I have more important things to do.”
“Careful of the tray!”
Her warning came too late. The sound of plates and glasses crashing on the tiles made her wince.
“No—” she cried, holding him down. “I’ve got sandals on. One step and you could cut yourself.”
“Leave it!” he demanded, preventing her from sliding off the bed. “The staff will take care of it.”
“They shouldn’t have to deal with something that’s our fault.”
“It’s what I pay them for.”
“To do regular work, yes—”
“The occasional accident is regular work to them.”
They’d had this argument before.
