“But they did! I saw them looking up to my opened windows and whispering.”
He sat down upon the bed and falling upon her hands covered them with kisses. “What do we care?”
Her laugh was angry. She happened to care a great deal.
“Insane boy, what possessed you to bring up my breakfast? What will Jules think?”
“That you have a devoted cousin!” His joyous laugh rang out again. He cupped her face in his long fingers and leaned over her hotly. “What do we care what he thinks? He is a good old soul, and well paid to keep his mouth shut. Besides, after your sudden disappearance of last night, he probably suspects the beautiful worst.”
Anne’s face clouded. She drew away from the caressing fingers.
“Yes, probably, unless he’s a complete fool,” she commented dryly. The tide of irritation flowed over her.
Alexis sensed her frigid mood. His face became suddenly miserable. He went over to the table, picked up the tray and laid it across her knees.
“Here, dearest. Drink your coffee before it gets cold. Shall I pour it for you?”
“No, thank you.” She tipped the pot and the brown liquid issued into the cup in a tubular stream. Its fragrance permeated the room. “Alexis?”