Page 113 of Fight for Me

When she emerged, she saw that Blane had showered, too, in another bathroom. He was wearing pajama pants and that was all. She took a moment to admire the carved muscles of his chest and arms.

Daniel had brought up a tray for them that was loaded with food. Dried meats, cheeses, crostini, dried fruit, and nuts. He’d also included a chilled bottle of Pellegrino and two glasses. Anne’s stomach rumbled almost painfully.

“Climb up,” Blane said, picking up the tray and setting it on the bed. He moved the water and glasses to the bedside table.

Anne sat cross-legged on the bed. Blane handed her a small plate and sat beside her. She loaded up her plate and began to devour the food as he poured her a glass. Anne took a long swallow.

They didn’t speak for a few minutes, each intent on the food. Finally, Anne sat back against the pillows with a groan. Blane refilled her glass.

“That was so perfect,” she said with a sigh. “Daniel is a miracle worker.”

Blane leaned over and pressed a kiss to her abdomen. “You’re eating for two so have as much as you want.”

“I think I did. I can’t eat another bite.”

Blane had a bit more, then carried the tray and plates to the table in the corner and set it there. He climbed into bed and drew Anne into his arms. She closed her eyes and savored the feel of his body next to hers.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

“Tired. Sore.” A bit of an understatement, but she didn’t want him to worry.

“Do you want the ice pack?”

“No. I’m okay.” She paused. “Will Kade turn Trevor and Linda into the police or FBI?”

Blane was quiet, then a very even, “No. He won’t.”

“What will he do with them?” Anxiety squirmed in Anne’s belly. “What if she comes back?”

“Where Kade is taking them, you won’t ever have to worry about that.”

That sounded suspiciously like… But her brother would be avenged. At last.

“I think it’s good you have bed rest this week,” Blane said, changing the subject. “That way you’ll be fresh as a daisy for the wedding and honeymoon.”

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” He’d insisted on keeping it a surprise.

“Nope.”

“But I have to pack.” That sounded dangerously close to a whine.

“Juanita is packing for you.”

She twisted, looking up at him. “You told Juanita and not me?”

He just smiled. Reaching over, he switched off the light and slid down into the bed, repositioning them on the pillows.

“Go to sleep. You need rest.”

Anne gave aharumphbut her eyes slid closed and she let out a massive yawn. She was asleep before she could even count to thirty.

Chapter Nineteen

Anne stood in front of a mirror with three panels. The wedding coordinator, Jean, was adjusting her veil. Her hair was pulled up and back with a trail of curls hitting the nape of her neck and around her face. Her makeup had been professionally done and Anne had to admit, it was better than anything she could have pulled off.

Her mother had loaned Anne her diamond teardrop earrings with a matching necklace. Something borrowed. And she’d given her grandmother’s tiara, to which the veil had been artfully attached. Something old. The dress was new. And the satin Louboutin heels with tiny Swarovski crystals were a deep teal blue. The crystals matched the ones on her dress and had been custom made specifically for her and the shape of her feet.

“Darling, you look…” her mother paused, her eyes suspiciously bright. “I have no words.”