about how hard he’d been working before he’d left Southeast Asia and how many of the children in the village had fallen sick. He should have known better than to travel. Working backwards, he supposed the good news was that he’d likely become contagious about the time he’d driven into Fool’s Gold. With luck, no one had been exposed.
He used the bathroom, pausing to stare at the rash covering his chest and arms. After brushing his teeth, he returned to the bedroom and picked up his cell phone. He dialed Simon’s number.
“I’ve already notified the CDC,” his friend told him.
Alistair swore. “I never meant to endanger anyone.”
“Per my calculations, you didn’t.”
“That’s what I figured as well,” Alistair said. “I’m hoping we’re both right.”
“You doing all right?”
“The fever broke and I have a—” He smiled as he remembered Paige’s comment. “A very impressive rash.”
They finished their conversation. Alistair returned his cell phone to the nightstand and lifted himself into a sitting position. Between the trip to the restroom, a brief conversation with his friend and moving around on the bed, he found himself exhausted. He’d obviously been sicker than he’d realized.
“Here you go,” Paige said, walking into the bedroom. She carried a large tray, which she set on his lap.
She pointed to the various mugs, plates and glasses in front of him. “Tea, because you’re British and I heard you all disintegrate if you don’t have it daily. A sports drink. Simon said you need electrolytes. I don’t know exactly what those are, but apparently you’re lacking in them. I’d be embarrassed about that if I were you. I’m just saying.” She touched a small plate. “A plain cheese sandwich. The bread is homemade and delicious. Not made by me, so I’m allowed to say that. Tomato-basil soup, also homemade, but not by me. And a cupcake, which is probably too much food for you, so I’ll take that off your hands.”
She grabbed the cupcake and retreated to a wingchair on the other side of the bed. It looked out of place in the small bedroom and he wondered if she’d brought it in just so she could sit with him.
He reached for the tea and took a sip. It was perfect. He tried the soup next. Paige had served it in a mug, which made it easier to drink. He took a couple of swallows and found it as tasty as she’d promised. Hunger twisted his stomach and he took several more drinks before looking at her.
“The soup is delicious.”
“I know. I had some last night. Try the sandwich. You’ll die.”
Exactly what he’d been hoping to avoid. “You have a chef?”
She choked on a piece of the cupcake and coughed before swallowing. “What? No. Of course not.”
“Then who’s doing all the cooking?”
Her hazel eyes crinkled with amusement. The first time he’d seen her, she’d worn her long, blond hair back in a ponytail. Now her hair was loose on her shoulders. With her jeans and T-shirt, she was quintessentially American. Fresh-faced, pretty, open. Sexy.
“You’ve never been here before, have you?” she asked.
“Here being this town?”
“Fool’s Gold.”
“This is my first visit.”
“Well, it’s the kind of place that welcomes everyone. We take care of our own. Word got out that you were here and sick and the town responded.”
“Meaning what?”
She tilted her head. “I work several jobs. I teach yoga, I’m a part-time receptionist at one of the local fire stations and I have a couple of shifts at Morgan’s Books.”
“Very industrious.”
“I’m a girl with a plan. Anyway, taking care of you has meant letting people know I won’t be in for work. One person told another and the town stepped in. I am currently in possession of enough food to feed much of the entire state of California. My freezer overflows with all kinds of casseroles. I also have an assortment of homemade remedies for everything from fever to warts.”
“I don’t have warts.”
“Not now.” She smiled. She took the last bite of the cupcake and waved the wrapper. “If you want one of these, there are eleven more downstairs.”
“Maybe later.”
He’d taken a single bite of the cheese sandwich and found it as delicious as Paige had promised, but he was already full and getting sleepy.
“Have you really had to miss work to take care of me?” he asked. “I’m awfully sorry about that.”
“Not a problem. I couldn’t miss all my shifts, so I’ve had a couple of friends in to watch you while I was gone. You flashed a friend of mine, by the way. She was both thrilled and intrigued.”
“Flashed?”
“You climbed out of bed wearing nothing but your very manly briefs. Heidi hasn’t been on a date for a while. She might be by later to check you out.”
“I’m not sure if I should be flattered or hide.”
“She’s pretty adorable.”
Alistair doubted anyone could be as adorable as Paige. “I appreciate your care.”
“It’s not a problem. I’m getting plenty of meals out of it. Plus it’s nice to have someone in the house. Sometimes it gets lonely here.”
He glanced around at the floral wallpaper and the simple white dresser. “Aunt Sophia had a very nice room.”
“It’s not fancy.”
“For me, it’s a palace.”
“Oooh, and this coming from a man who has probably been in a palace.”
“Windsor. Buckingham. Mongolian.”
She frowned. “What’s the Mongolian Palace?”
“A great restaurant I know in New York.”
She laughed. “Very funny. You’re feeling better.”
“Exhausted, but yes. I’d flown straight back from Asia. I’d been working there for six weeks with back-to-back surgeries.”
“I heard you’re a surgeon, like Simon.”
“Yes.” His head started to swim and he was losing a battle to keep his eyes open. “I work around the world.”
“I’ve always wanted to see the world.”
“I could show you.”
He wasn’t sure
