Chapter 3

His eyes opened, surprising a look of such darkened fear in her gaze that he was momentarily taken aback. He studied the soft quiver of her lips and felt the tiptoeing of something unfamiliar on his skin. Was that really Pamela?

‘Don’t worry. I’m not about to die,’ he drawled. And then, despite the terrible aching at his temples, he allowed just the right pause for maximum effect before directing a mocking question at the woman in uniform who was standing beside his bed, her fingertips counting the hammering of his pulse. ‘Am I, Nurse?’

Pamela inexplicably found herself seething with anger towards Theodore for displaying his trademark arrogance. He could have risked his life, yet there he was, casually flirting with the nurse! Why had she wasted any time feeling sentimental towards him when she should have known he was as unbreakable as stone? He showed about as much emotion as a rock, after all! She wanted to caution him against his flippant behaviour—but realising it might only agita