Immortal Billionaire. Jane Godman

felt before. She knew that was the case for him as strongly as she did for herself. She didn’t have to question it. It just was. It wasn’t physical; although the attraction was fairly spectacular, it went deeper than that. It was love, and much more than love. You love me, Sylvester, but you don’t want to love me. I get it. I don’t understand it, but I get it. I’m scared, too, but I was prepared to give it a chance. I wanted to explore it. She’d gotten the message today. Sylvester didn’t want to go there. It had cost Connie a lot to make that first move. She would never do it again.

      Emerging from the shower wrapped in a huge, fluffy towel, she surveyed her dresses and selected a plain black gown with a high neckline and a low-cut back. Once her hair was dry, she piled it on top of her head in a loose updo.

      When she reached the salon, Guthrie was entertaining everyone with the story of how he had come by an injury to his head. He was wasted in retail, Connie decided. Guthrie really should consider a career in stand-up comedy. It was strange the way his extroverted tendencies and skill at storytelling seemed to have developed in the short time he had been on the island.

      Connie was shocked to learn she had slept through so much drama, particularly since everyone else seemed to have been roused from the four corners of the house by the noise. The fact that it must have happened very soon after she’d returned from her walk made it even more surprising she had heard nothing. Yet Connie had fallen into that instant and uncharacteristically deep slumber, as soon as she’d reached her room.

      The conversation at dinner continued to be mostly about Guthrie’s injury. Guthrie remained adamant he had been hit over the head by an unknown assailant. Although there were some skeptical remarks, notably from Jonathan, Sylvester surprised everyone by supporting Guthrie.