The Royal House Of Karedes Collection Books 1-12. Кейт Хьюит

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СКАЧАТЬ lifted her chin and looked directly at him. They had just pulled up to a traffic light. The red glow lit her lovely face with color and yes, she had been crying. The delicate skin under her eyes was swollen.

      “If it isn’t a secret, why didn’t you tell me right away?”

      Alex felt a quick stab of guilt, but why should he? Maria had not been honest with him, and her lie of omission had been far greater than his.

      “I told you what you needed to know,” he said coldly. “There was no reason to tell you anything more.”

      She gave a little laugh. “Such diplomatic words, Alexandros. Why, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a—” Her face turned white.

      “Maria?”

      “Tell the driver to pull over.”

      “What is it?”

      “I’m going to be—”

      Alex lowered the privacy screen and jerked his thumb toward the curb. Hans steered to it and pulled up, Alex threw his door open and Maria shot past him. He was right on her heels; he caught her by the shoulders as she bent over and was viciously ill.

      “Go away,” she gasped. “I don’t want you to—”

      Another spasm shook her. He could feel the violence of it and his hands clasped her more tightly. When she was done, she stood straight, her back still to him, her body racked with tremors.

      “Maria,” he said softly. “Are you okay?”

      She nodded. “I’m fine.”

      She wasn’t. Her voice was thready and the trembling had increased. Alex cursed and turned her toward him. She stood with her head down.

      “What happened?”

      “I don’t know. Flu, I think. Everyone has it.”

      God, she looked so fragile. Not silly, lost in that enormous and ugly jacket, but terribly, heartbreakingly delicate.

      He dug a handkerchief from his pocket and held it toward her. She shook her head.

      “Not your handkerchief. I’ll soil it.”

      “Damn it, Maria,” he said, and put his hand under her chin, lifted her face and dabbed her lips carefully with the snowy-white linen.

      She was still shaking.

      Alex lifted her in his arms. “No,” she said, but he ignored her, ducked his head, carried her inside the car, settled her close against him and pressed the intercom button.

      Hans answered immediately. “Sir?”

      “Turn up the heat,” Alex said crisply. “And take us to the nearest hospital.

      “No,” Maria said, even more emphatically. “I don’t want to go to a hospital.”

      “You need a doctor.”

      “For heaven’s sake, I was sick. Sick, that’s all. Flu. Or maybe something I ate.”

      “You look like you don’t eat enough,” Alex said, more sharply than he’d intended but it was true. Holding her in his arms, he’d realized she was as light as the proverbial feather.

      “I am fine. I don’t need to be coddled.”

      Yes, he thought, she did—but he knew that edge in her voice by now, just as he knew the proud angle of her head.

      “Okay. Great. No coddling. Hans?”

      “Sir?”

      “The airport.”

      The intercom light blinked off. Maria stared straight ahead, wrapped in mortification. Of all things to happen. To get sick in front of this man. To have him insist on staying with her. To have him wipe her face and now to be sitting within the circle of his arm…

      “I am perfectly capable of sitting on my own,” she said coolly.

      He let her move away. From the corner of her eye, she could see him opening a mahogany compartment built into the side of the car. Taking something from it. A bottle of water. A big white linen napkin.

      “Look at me,” he said as he poured the water on the napkin.

      She looked. Their eyes met. What was in his? Pity? Damn it, she didn’t want his pity. She didn’t want anything from him.

      Carefully, he began to wash her face. She jerked back. He sighed, cupped the back of her head and went right on washing.

      It felt wonderful.

      When he was done, she gave him a jerky nod. “Thank you,” she said stiffly and turned away but, once again, she could see what he was doing from the corner of her eye. Putting the water and napkin back in the compartment. Taking out another bottle, this one filled with an amber liquid. Taking out a crystal tumbler. Opening the bottle, pouring the liquid into the glass…

      “Drink this.”

      She swung toward him. Bad idea. Everything began to spin. The interior of the car, Alex’s face. The glass he was holding toward her.

      “Damn it,” he said, reaching for her, “you’re as white as a sheet.”

      “I’m—I’m okay. I’m not going to be sick again. I’m just a little woozy …”

      Alex’s arms swept around her. “Don’t,” she said, but she was speaking into the hard wall of his chest as he lifted her into his lap.

      He was warm. Strong. He smelled of snow and cold and of the clean male scent she remembered, had never forgotten.

      “Let go of me,” she said, and hated how her voice shook but the truth was, she felt awful. Not sick to her stomach anymore, just cold and shaky and awful.

      “Stop arguing with everything I say and drink this.”

      His tone was gruff but he held her with care. Well, of course. He certainly didn’t want to risk having her throw up all over his magnificent automobile.

      The glass was at her mouth.

      “What is it?”

      “Poison,” he said, but when she looked up at him, he was smiling. “It’s brandy.”

      “I don’t—”

      “Yes. I know. You don’t need brandy. Well, I do.” He took a drink from the glass, then brought it to her lips again. “For once, just do as I ask without giving me a tough time, okay?”

      The brandy smelled wonderful. She thought of how it would feel, warm and soothing, and of how his mouth had touched the rim of the glass…

      It was safer to think about doing as he’d commanded.

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