"Is she sleeping?" He asked as he entered the living room, but I kept quiet. I was burning with anger right now. I was aware how influential my husband was, much more in Greece and yet, could he really have done nothing to have tried to protect his friend?
He dropped the packages he had been holding on the floor and tiptoed to where he could see Eleni's face and crouched. "Why isn't she in the guest room?"
I guess I had to answer that. "Because she slept here. She was probably exhausted, and her injuries and jet lag made it worse." I replied in a harsh tone and he lifted his brows.
Curiosity got the best of me and I glanced at what he had dropped. What was it? I didn't think our house needed any renovation, and I hadn't placed any order for anything since I'd gotten here.
Jonathan saw where my attention was and stood up from where he was crouching. "I still have to get to the car. I bought some blankets, heating pads and oils. The hospital recommended them."
