When she woke, there were still two hours until they landed.
A single small lamp lit the bedroom. Preston Keaton held her waist as he read, and when he sensed her stir with a soft whimper, he set his book aside and reached out to touch Evelyn Grant's forehead.
Her fever had broken.
He lifted her onto his lap and affectionately stroked her hair.
"Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll have someone make it."
Her fever had just broken, and Evelyn Grant had no appetite, so she shook her head.
Preston Keaton's expression was gentle.
"We're going to Clearwater Bay for dinner after we get back to Veridia. Are you nervous?"
It was Regina Hale who had taken the initiative to ask where he and Evelyn Grant were, how much longer until they landed, and if they wanted to come to Clearwater Bay for dinner.
She had also sent Preston Keaton a picture of the welcome gift they'd prepared for Evelyn Grant, asking if he thought she would like it.
