Chapter 373

When Cassia woke the next morning, her stomach muscles felt tender. She must have sensed something because just as she came fully awake, her door opened. Calix. Dressed and looking fresh and bright. Clean shaven. Her belly tightened and she pulled the sheet up around her neck.

He walked in and opened the curtains that covered the French doors leading onto her veranda. He stood looking out for a minute, hands stuck deep in his pockets, and then turned around. "How are you feeling today?"

"Much better," she said, "thank you." I’m—’

He slashed a hand in the air. Don’t say sorry, Cassia; you couldn’t help it. You must have some kind of sensitivity to liqueurs. Maybe the shellfish

You mean a sensitivity to the past!

She watched warily as he came close to the bed. He looked so tall, imposing, and masculine.

‘I’m afraid I have to go to London for a couple of days. One of our ships has had a mutiny of sorts among the crew…’ His mouth quirked. ‘It would appear that only I can sort it out.’

Cas