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“I do.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He bent and dragged his nose over my cheek. “Sundown. Be ready. I’m coming for you.”
The contact sent little shocks of pleasure over my skin, and I marveled at how such a simple touch could turn me inside out. There was hidden meaning in his words, but I couldn’t decipher it at the moment, not with him so near, making my pulse race.
He needed to leave before I did something rash. Like kissing him.
Without another word, he pushed off the bed. “By the way, there’s a letter for you on the nightstand. Have a good day, widow.”
He walked out. I sagged, the air leaving my lungs in a rush. Mercy, that man. He had some nerve. We would have a serious discussion later regarding his sleeping arrangements. He was not allowed to visit my bedchamber whenever he wished.
My gaze drifted toward the bed. His side was rumpled, exactly like mine. Pillow indented, exactly like mine. We’d cuddled, for heaven’s sake.
And if I were being honest? I liked it.
A folded piece of paper rested on the nightstand. What was this? I crawled over and quickly opened it. It was my father’s handwriting!
Isabelle,
Do not worry about me. Stay at home, where you’re safe.
D. Kelly
I chewed my lip. Papa wasn’t much of a letter writer, so the terse brevity shouldn’t have bothered me.
Yet it did.
Perhaps he was too injured to write? Or maybe he knew the kidnappers would read the letter and didn’t wish to be too mushy?
Whatever the reason, I should be grateful to hear from him. My father was alive, which was what mattered. Not my silly feelings.
How had Bax managed to get this letter? Had he learned the identity of the kidnappers?
I would force him to tell me everything tonight.
Just the thought of seeing him again had my stomach dancing with anticipation. What undergarments should I wear?
A knock sounded, startling me. Mary, no doubt, had returned with breakfast.
I lunged for my wrapper, covered myself, then tried to relax on my pillows. “Come in.”
Mary entered and held up the tray. “Would you like your breakfast in bed? Or shall I set it on the table?”
I glanced at the bed as if it were the scene of a heinous crime. Bax’s scent was undoubtedly all over the bedclothes. I was caught between wanting to never leave the bed and running far away from it.
I said, “The table, please. Thank you, Mary.”
“Very good, miss.”
When I sat at the table, I noticed a sealed note by my tea cup. “What’s this?”
“Arrived for you this morning. Do you require anything else at the moment?”
I was already unfolding the heavy paper. “No, that’s all. I’ll ring when I’m ready to get dressed.”
Mary closed the door softly and I smoothed out the note in my hands. Was this another letter from my father?
We have information about your father. 550 West 37thStreet at 3:00 p.m. today. Come alone.
