Jensen lay sleeping comfortably on her side. The self-made darling of
the clothing design industry had been among the near-victims of the
bombing attack in London. Her
breathing was deep and even, her body relaxed.
early morning sun was just beginning to filter through the sheer
curtains adorning the window. The room’s heavy damask drapes were thrown open.
Carlotta had preferred it that way.
Her feelings were undoubtedly the aftermath of her brush with
death. The room seemed too
oppressive with the drapes drawn.
Stefan’s arms tightened about the woman lying beside him in bed.
Carlotta stirred restlessly and he realized his body’s
instinctive reaction to the thought of her near demise.
Stefan loosened his embrace and Carlotta’s breathing soon
returned to its easy rhythm.
eased out of bed and made his way to the bathroom.
He quietly washed his face and ran impatient fingers through his
sandy hair. Every minute or so he paused to listen through the open door
for any sounds of distress from the sleeping woman in the next room.
attempt at grooming complete, Stefan returned to Carlotta’s bedside.
He gazed down at her before taking a seat in a nearby chair.
His body was weary from a long flight across the Atlantic Ocean
and an even longer night at Carlotta’s side.
morning.” The object of
Stefan’s thoughts spoke. “I
didn’t feel you leave the bed,” Carlotta said.
is good. You needed your
cast a critical eye at the man she’d once envisioned her future with.
Stefan’s weariness was just visible beneath the calm exterior
he wore. “What about your
rest? Neither one of us
certainly got very much last night.”
I had forgotten how very… enthusiastic you could be.”
remind me,” Carlotta blushed. “I
was just so-”
soft knock interrupted her explanation.
Stefan rose and answered the door.
“Good morning,” he intoned formally.
morning.” Dara’s eyes
traveled from Stefan’s slightly tousled hair to her mother reclining
comfortably against the headboard of her bed.
The linen sheets pooled about Carlotta’s waist, exposing the
delicate silk nightwear she wore. “I just wanted to check on you,” Dara explained.
Her voice and her face revealed nothing of her thoughts.
“Maybe I should come back later.”
is no need,” Stefan replied. “I
will entrust Carlotta into your capable care and begin the process of
arranging our return to Wyndemere.”
you say ‘our’, exactly who do you mean?”
Carlotta reached over and grabbed her robe.
She hadn’t missed Dara’s silent examination of she and
Stefan. “Because I have
no intention of staying at Wyndemere.”
She glanced swiftly at her daughter.
“I will return to Port Charles and stay a few days with Dara if
she will have me.”
nodded. “Of course you
are welcome, Mama.”
well.” Stefan conceded to
their wishes. “Now… if
you will excuse me, there are calls I must make.”
Back in Port Charles, Later that Same