Chapter Sixty

“Buenos días,” chanted a familiar voice.

Rory blinked at the bright sunlight shining through the high windows into his face.

Octavia flopped down on the edge of the mattress and reached out to tenderly brush a wayward strand of hair from his forehead. “Did you sleep well, querido?”

Like a mother hen checking her chicks, she fussed over him, her tender expression mesmerizing. She kissed him lightly on the lips, then jumped up.

Dragging a hand down his face, Rory propped up on his elbow and watched her collect her pill bag from their luggage. How she managed to look so perky and rested after the short night they’d had, he couldn’t fathom. He felt like something the cat dragged in.

“What time is it?” he asked, registering the fact that her hair was wet. On a chair in the corner, he could make out a teal bathing suit dripping water on the floor.

“About nine. Breakfast should be ready.”

“You went out.” It was a statement rather than a question.

“Sí. There is a lovely pool that served quite nicely for my morning exercise.”

He scowled and dropped his feet to the cool floor. “Why didn’t you wake me? I would have gone with you.”

Why did she keep doing this to him?

A sweet smile appeared on her face. Which annoyed him for no other reason than having overslept.

“You were exhausted, querido,” she said gently. “I figured you could use a few more hours of rest. Besides, I wasn’t alone. Jericho was waiting for me when I stepped outside. He didn’t leave my side until I returned here. Do not worry so much. This place is safe. Let’s go and have breakfast, yes? I hear they’re serving scrambled eggs, my favorite.”