Chapter 79

He had changed. The dark eyes were no longer so restless. The glittering, predatory eyes of the shark had gone.

But a jolt to his memory might bring them back, surely? And the coldly ambitious Scott McCall might reemerge from the chrysalis of his coma.

“Ready?” she asked.

He drifted his hand over her hair and followed it with the butterfly touch of his lips on the back of her neck. “Maybe we should go back to bed for a while?” he murmured.

Vivian closed her eyes, tempted. If there was one thing that Scott had recovered quickly, it was his prowess as a lover. “But we’ve only just got up!” she objected.

“The doctor said that I was to rest as much as possible.”

“I think that your idea of rest and the doctor’s are not quite the same thing.” Vivian replied. Reluctantly, she pulled her neck away. “Shall we drive or shall we walk for a while? We can order a cab later to my place or call your driver.”

“Walk,” said Scott.

“You won’t get too tir