Chapter 38

“Thank you for unpacking for me and hanging up the clothes I wore yesterday.”

“It’s what mothers do. You were dead to the world. How are you feeling?”

“Much better. How do you manage it?”

She knew what I was talking about; she gave me an innocent glance. “It’s a gift.”

“Yes, I imagine it is.” I just wished I’d gotten it as well.

“Shall I order breakfast?”

“I hope you haven’t been waiting for me.”

“I had the Continental breakfast a few hours ago, but I wouldn’t say no to a croissant and another cup of coffee. Would you prefer the English or the European breakfast?”

“Decisions, decisions….”

She chuckled. “Go take your shower. I’ll order both.”

“Thank you, Mother. You’re a treasure.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

I laughed myself, then closed the door, laid out what I’d need, and walked into the bath that adjoined my room.

“I hope everything is still warm,” I said as I came out of the bedroom, fastening a cufflink.