“Now,” Sophia tapped her foot on the floor and looked from the neurologist to her psychiatrist, “Doctor Colton, we agreed-”
“Sophia.” Alistair’s stern tone told Sophia she wouldn’t get out of her imposed rest.
She angled her head to look up at him, “But-”
“No but’s.” He shook his head briskly and gazed at the doctors. “She will rest. I’ll see to it.”
“Good.” Dr. Colton, Sophia’s psychiatrist smirked at her and Sophia huffed a breath. “No work, no lectures-”
“No, no, no. I have to-”
Alistair put a finger on her lips, “Leonard will talk with Holbrook for you.”
Her psychiatrist’s smile just grew. “Finally, someone who can order you around. No work, no lectures. I’ll allow some light exercise - And I mean light, Sophia. I’ll talk with Dr. Kent. I want you in therapy every week day until Wednesday. And I’m sending someone to your house, I don’t want you to be alone.”
No. Not again. Sophia’s eyes stung and she lowered her head, blinking to keep away her tears, and whispered, “I don’t need someone to take care of me. I’m not crazy.”
“No one said that.” Dr. Colton curled his fingers under Sophia’s chin gently, raising her face, so he could look into her eyes. “Sophia, Dr. Kent explained it to you. You’re remembering painful things. You have hypotension, so we need to keep an eye on you.”
“That’s the only reason why we want a private nurse by your side,” complemented Dr. Merkel, the neurologist. “We don’t want you hurting yourself if you faint and fall.”
“Is there a specific need for a private nurse or will anyone do?” Tavish asked.
“Anyone who can react quickly and that is strong enough to carry her, if it’s necessary.”
“I’ll stay,” Alistair affirmed.
“There’s no need-” Sophia started to say, but was interrupted by Alistair’s scowl.
“Don’t argue with me. I’m staying with you.”
“But-”
“Sophia.” Alistair’s tone conveyed to Sophia he was set on staying with her, no matter what she said.
She rolled her eyes and exaggeratedly blew out a breath. She smiled when Alistair grunted and Tavish chuckled.
“Great,” said Dr. Colton, “let’s step into my office for a moment so I can explain everything a bit better.”
Atwood House.
9.19 p.m.
Stubborn woman. Davidoff is right. Alistair’s powerful frame, leaning against the wall in the TV room, didn’t betray his conflicting emotions. He appeared as smooth and collected as he was when he walked Edward to the door, after they all finished dinner.
But Tavish knew better. He could even sense the distrust, the anger and a disquieting fear vibrating beneath his brother’s poker face.
“Really, there’s no need-
“Sophia,” Tavish sat beside her on the sofa and peered up at Alistair before putting his hand over Sophia’s. “You agreed to it.”
“But, Tavish, I’ll be in bed in an hour. I have a house full of employees. Maria is going to sleep in Gabriela’s room. There’s no need for your brother to play the nurse.” She turned to look at Alistair’s green eyes. They were hooded and she couldn’t discern what he was thinking. She gazed back into Tavish’s eyes and again marveled at the difference between the two brothers. She could clearly see what Tavish was thinking. “I know you’re both worried but I-I-” She sighed and bit her lip for a second, looking down at her hands. Her face was pale when she said in a low voice, “I might have nightmares. I don’t want Alistair to be disturbed-”
“Enough!” Alistair was seething. He pushed from the wall and walked to Sophia and scowled down at her. “Enough of this bullshit, Sophia. I thought our relationship was much more than this. So I can sleep with you when you-” He interrupted himself before he said something he would regret. His hands clenched by his sides. “It’s my place to be with you. At all times. And no one is taking that away from me. Not even you.”
“But-” Tavish’s discreet head signal made her stop. She bit her lip again and bowed her head. After a moment, as Alistair didn’t say anything, she tilted her head back to search his face. Poker-faced. As usual. She put her hand over his fisted one and his fingers opened to grip hers. He sat next to her on the sofa.
“Sophia, I won’t sleep if I go home and leave you here by yourself.” He plunged his free hand in his long ink-black hair, the only sign of his nervousness. “Do you want me to talk Tavish Uilleam’s ears off all night long waiting for the sun to rise to come running to your door?”
Tavish grunted and Sophia’s lips twisted ruefully, as she whispered to him, “Poor Tavish Uilleam. You’ll be awake all night.”
She can’t wait to see me out of the door. So much for wanting a steady relationship. His fingers tightened around hers and his ink-black brows furrowed.
Sophia looked at him, his face said he would not accept leaving her side. “Are you sure you won’t be disturbed?”
Really? Alistair huffed. “You’re unbelievable.”
“So, if you two are set, I’m going home,” Tavish got up and shoved his hands in his trousers pockets.
Alistair stood and frowned down at Sophia as she started to stand too. “You stay put. I’ll see Tavish Uilleam out and come right back. Don’t you dare move from here.”
“I’m not an invalid, Alistair Connor,” she frowned back but relaxed against the sofa.
Tavish smiled and bent to kiss her cheek. “Have a good night, Sophia.”
“Thanks, Tavish Uilleam,” she kissed him back. “For everything.”
He smiled and left the TV room with Alistair.
Sophia heard as he said, “Promise to call me if she feels anything.” She smiled when Alistair replied, “You don’t even have to ask.”
10.29 p.m.
Sophia watched as Alistair pulled on a black cotton T-shirt and then tied the drawstrings of a pair of black silk pajama shorts. “I like men in silk pajamas.”
He turned to look at her framed by the dressing room doorway, appraising the purple silk and lace nightie and matching wrap she had donned. He raised an eyebrow. “Lass, you better like just me in silk pajamas.”
She turned to the bedroom and smiled at him over her shoulder, not deigning to answer.
Sophia, Sophia. He shook his head at her back and then scowled at himself at the futility of that. She isn’t even seeing. And she doesn’t give a damn.
It baffled him how he let her get away with her taunts and whims so easily. He didn’t usually take well to that kind of behavior.
They’d settled in bed companionably, each one with a book. However, Alistair gazed at his, unseeing. His mind was full of the beautiful woman beside him and her independence and stubbornness. Quite how he had come to love the one woman out of all the hundreds who was impervious to intimidation, he did not know.
Maybe it’s fate. His only option was to hope fate would also provide him with the means to deal with her - and with his issues - without damaging the unconfessed love he could see in her eyes. And also their growing trust in each other. What they were building together was unique, at least in his experience. He remembered her words, ‘Quantity doesn’t mean quality’. And he knew she had made a point with those words. He’d had many women, but not one true relationship to brag about. On the other hand, she’d had very few men and all her relationships had been important to her.
He couldn’t define what he was feeling, or even describe it. Love was too mundane a word to portray his feelings. He only knew it was precious, too valuable to risk. He frowned at the book and put it down, his eyes searching her face, “Sophia?”