Chapter 62

Violet

As it turns out, his idea of making it up to me is to transport me back to his island. He’d first driven me to a house in Palermo where a doctor—one he trusts, apparently—had checked me out. He’d checked out the wound at the back of my head, treated it, then given me a shot to help ease the pain. Guess Alessio didn’t want to risk taking me to a hospital, though the doctor had been competent and very professional.

Then he had driven straight to the pier and whisked me up in his arms, despite my protesting that I’m not some stupid, helpless female. To which he’d retorted that he had rescued me, so perhaps I am more helpless than I thought. Which had promptly upset me more, but he’d ignored my reaction. He’d marched to his yacht… Yeah, there was a freakin’ yacht that he’d had anchored at the pier. He’d carried me aboard, parked me in a chair in the captain’s cabin, then had shrugged off his jacket and wrapped it about me. I had shoved one arm, then the other, into the sleeves, p