His Armored Heart

Chapter Nineteen

When they returned to the villa later that evening, Tony opened the door for Bree and let her go inside first. "Go get changed into something warmer." He said, knowing she had started to get chilled.

Bree nodded and walked quickly into the bedroom with her arms crossed over her chest. She quickly found a pair of sleep pants, underwear, and one of Tony's shirts to change into. Once changed, she went into the bathroom to brush out her hair and spray it with moisturizer to help rid it of salt water.

Tony walked into the bedroom and set the bag of food on the bedside table. Afterwards, he looked through the clothes until he found a pair of sweats. Dropping his shorts, underwear, and shirt right there on the floor, he pulled the sweats on, deciding to let everything air out. Once he was done, he picked up the dirty clothes and tossed them into the clothes bin.

When Bree walked out of the bathroom she smiled at Tony. "Everything still smells good. I hope I like the lobster pasta."

"If not, I will head back to the mainland and get you something different." Tony promised Bree.

"As long as it's light on the garlic, I will be okay," she assured him.

"You told them to go light on it, didn't you?" Tony asked. "Come on, let's get comfortable and eat."

Bree stacked up pillows on the bed before she propped herself against them. "I did. I just hope they listened. Too much garlic makes me sick."

Tony propped his pillow up as well and sat back, making himself comfortable. He took out the first container and handed it to Bree, then took out his container of barbecue chicken. "This smells so good."

"It does," Bree agreed as she popped open the lid to hers and reached for one of the plastic forks they were given.

Tony took his fork and took a bite of macaroni salad first. "This is so good. Do you want to try a bite?"

Bree spiraled pasta on her fork and shook her head at Tony. "I would but I'm afraid the combinations would be a bad idea."

Tony nodded in agreement. "I think you should consider having this tomorrow for dinner then." He suggested, taking another bite of macaroni salad.

She chuckled. "Unless I decide to cook." Bree took a few bites of her pasta and licked her lips. "Even light on the garlic seems to be a lot. But it's good."

"Is it going to be too much garlic for you?" Tony asked, worried about Bree getting sick.

"It's strong, but not overbearing. I probably won't eat all of this to be safe," she answered honestly.

"Will you be able to eat enough for it to be an enjoyable dinner?" Tony asked her.

Bree reached for her bottle of water and took a long drink. "I think so."

"We can also make a snack later." Tony told Bree.

"That might not be a bad idea," she answered as she slowly picked at her food.

"I'm sorry it wasn't as good as you hoped. Do you want to trade and have mine?" Tony offered.

Bree sat her food on her nightstand and shook her head. "No, I'll be fine. I am going to find something better to drink though."

"Do you want me to go get a drink for you?" Tony offered.

"You can if you want to. I don't mind getting up," Bree answered.

"You stay here and relax." Tony told her. "What would you like to drink?"

"Tea?" Bree suggested. "Tea would be perfect."