I finished the portrait and left Lady Vastor instructions not to frame the painting until it was completely dry, and Benjamin got the all-clear from the doctor. We flew back to Boston first class. I enjoyed the luxury and the champagne they served before take-off, but even so, I felt nervous about my future. I had no work lined up, and no idea where I stood with Benjamin. Did he expect me to stay in Rhode Island until he grew tired of me? I studied his profile as he leaned over his iPad, working again no doubt. I supposed you didn’t get to be a billionaire by taking time off. His dark hair had grown a little long during our time in England, but it suited him. His bruises had faded and his gorgeous skin was now un-blemished. He tilted his head and caught me staring. He smirked, and my heart raced. How did he do that? How could he affect me with one look? I lowered my head and pretended to be absorbed in the in-flight magazine. Benjamin’s new security detail met us at the terminal. Colin looked very pleased with himself.
