The Chef's Sick Mate (Book 17 of the Regal Eclipse Pack Series)

Chapter 59

Lincoln pulled himself out of bed and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. He'd been awake for over an hour now. It was past lunch time, and he was starving, but he hadn't wanted to wake up Genevieve. So instead, he'd mind linked Aidan to find out what all had happened. 

He'd felt sick, finding out what all Gen now knew. It hadn't been his intention to keep it from her, but this hadn't exactly been how he'd wanted her to find out either. He'd been worried that she would want to walk away, but she'd been much more understanding than he'd expected her to be, and for that, he'd been extremely thankful. 

He was still blown away by Gina. He knew she was dead, shot by her own lover. One of them anyway. He was dead as well for his part in shooting both Lincoln and killing a human. Frankly, Linc couldn't even blame the man for killing her. He'd had the urge to wrap his hands around her throat and squeeze the life out of her more than once himself. The woman had been very manipulative. 

He also didn't want her to ever be a threat against Gen. Aidan had told him that someone had come after Gen, breaking the window of the SUV, but Gen had dropped her aura on him. Linc was so glad Aidan had taught her that, and had told Aidan more than once how thankful he was that his cousin had been there for her. 

"She's a tough little thing," Aidan had told him. 

He smiled at that. His tough little minx. He could catch traces of her scent in his shower. It was both comforting and arousing. He got out, dried off and pulled on sweats and a t-shirt, then walked back out into his bedroom. 

Gen was sitting on his bed, her eyes on her phone. She was a vision in her bright pink night shirt, her blond hair tumbling around her shoulders. She looked up and smiled at him. "Feel better?"

"Yes. I'm going to go make us some breakfast." 

Gen climbed off the bed and followed him into the kitchen. "What are we having?"

"Crepes." He opened the fridge and pulled out what he needed and set to work.

Gen watched him closely, and helped cut up fruit. 

"Your knife skills are rather impressive," Linc commented, watching her. 

"I try. I cut myself once and then I watched a lot of videos so I didn't repeat that mistake." 

He took her hand in his and kissed it. 

They say down to eat a short time later, Gen raving over the meal. Somehow, it meant more to him hearing her compliment his cooking than it did anyone else. He was rapidly becoming addicted to her, he realized. 

"So what are we doing today?" Gen asked him. 

Linc smiled as he watched her finish her plate, glad to see that she ate it all. "If you don't mind, I'd like to just stay here in the apartment today. Me and you. Alone."

"You work," Gen pointed out. 

"I took the day off." Something else he'd done while she'd been asleep. 

She frowned. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yes. But I need to be with you. You're a million times more important than my job, Genevieve." He reached out and closed his hand around hers. 

Gen smiled at him and placed her other hand on top of his. "I'm glad. I need to be with you today, Lincoln."

He nodded. "And I need to claim you." The need was so much stronger today than it had been yesterday. 

"I'd like that," she said softly. She suddenly stood. "I'll clean up. You cooked."

"Oh I'm helping you, beautiful," Linc said standing as well.