Infamous: Hollywood Husband, Contract Wife / Pure Princess, Bartered Bride. Jane Porter

sure we’re not here for a photo op? A get-well shot for the paparazzi?”

      He smiled grimly. “It’s a nice idea. I wish I’d thought of it.” He folded the paper yet again so it was a quarter of its original size. “As it happens, this is my house and this is the deck where I have breakfast every morning. And you, Alexandra, just happen to be here.” He returned to his paper and resumed reading, but Alex couldn’t read—or focus.