Love For Hire

Chapter 10: 10

Nicholas sat at the table watching Kinsley enjoy the French toast the cook had prepared for breakfast. It was two thick fried toasts with powdered sugar, syrup, hand-whipped cream and fresh-cut berries. Along with the French toast were a few sausage links, some bacon, and a tall glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice. Kinsley was devouring her meal, having worked up a mighty hunger from their earlier encounter. On the table in front of him the same meal, but as always, his remained untouched. Everything except the full glass of fine expensive cognac in his hand that he had been sipping since they sat down.

Kinsley swallowed the food in her mouth and then looked at Nicholas, who smiled at her. “Still not going to eat?”

“Not hungry,” he said.

“You know I have known you a few days now, and I have never seen you eat so much as a single bite. How are you not dead?”

“The human body can go days without food,” he told her.

“True, but that does not mean they should,” he just smiled and sipped his drink. “That is another thing. “It is not even ten in the morning, and you are drinking liquor straight up.”

“Yes, well, I am an alcoholic.”

“Seriously, or are you just teasing?”

“Drinking is one of the very few pleasures I have left in life.”

“It is not healthy.”

dying, darling; trust me, the booze is the least of my problems,” she paused and watched him without a word. “What?” He asked with an awkward

you enjoy your

why are you here in America and not back in Kustium doing whatever it is Crowned Princes do?”

he scoffed. He had little faith in him living long enough to find a cure. “My father insisted I come here so the doctor could treat me and monitor my condition. I also allow him to test his theories. On top of all that, my father funds his

are

“Correct.”

the medical system in Kustium is not as good

medical system. It is just that the top

are

I am either cured, which is unlikely, or I am dead… which is far more likely,” he did not want to sit around and discuss his mortality.

much cooped up in this huge house. It is a nice house, do not get me wrong, but it would be nice to get out,” she reached across the table and took

thought about it. He wanted to say no, but the pleading hopeful look in her eyes was hard to say

the Pier. Why don’t we

along his jaw, feeling the short hair he had allowed to go unaddressed for almost two weeks now. He could not be seen so unkempt in public. “Just let me wash up and groom a little, then we will go,” he stood up, and she

way to the stairs, he ran into

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