The last time he could remember being ill was when he was a child. Jared was the same. He’d never once been ill in all the time that North had known him.
He had a feeling that Angie was different. She looked a bit tired and rundown already.
Had she not been sleeping well? Perhaps he should slip a sleeping pill into her food.
Hmm. That was a thought. And it would give him some peace so he could spend time with Jared without worrying about her.
That’s what he’d do.
He’d stick some sleeping pills into this ridiculous-sounding cake. After making a phone call and placing an order, he checked the camera he’d set up in her room.
He hadn’t placed a camera in the bathroom, that was going too far even for him. Although he wouldn’t let her know that.
She was still sitting on the bed with the ice pack on her foot. So she did know how to do as she was told?
Good.
It was odd. He’d thought she would like the things he’d put in the closet. Had she seen the books yet? He’d bought her a wide selection of romance books. There should be plenty to keep her entertained and happy for as long as she was here.
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She was so bored.
When was North coming back with her cake?
Probably never. You’re the sucker that took him at his word.
Bummer.
She’d always liked the sound of that cake. With a sigh, she removed the now warm ice pack away from her foot which was feeling a lot better. He’d forgotten the painkillers though and she was getting a real headache.
Also, was it getting hotter in here? She hoped she wasn’t running a temperature but it definitely felt warmer.
Suddenly, the door opened and he stepped inside carrying a white box.
“Why isn’t the ice pack on your foot?”
“It got all warm and mushy. You’ve been gone ages. Is that what I think it is?” she asked.
“A white chocolate cake with lavender buttercream icing and toasted pecans.”
She clapped her hands. “Yummy. Gimmie.”
“Excuse me?” he drawled.
“I’m sorry. Where are my manners? Give it to me now. I earned it.”
“The ice pack isn’t on your foot,” he pointed out.
“Because it melted!” she retorted.
He set the cake down on a small table by the door and opened the top. Then he put down a plate she hadn’t noticed him carrying and a knife.
Hmm.
Maybe he’d let her keep that knife and she could . . .
You could what? Stab him?
