The Millionaire and the Maid. Michelle Douglas

warm hand on his shoulder brought him back to himself. ‘Mac, are you okay?’

      He nodded.

      ‘Don’t lie to me. Do you need a doctor?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Russell told me you were physically recovered.’

      ‘I am.’ He pulled in a breath. ‘It’s just that I don’t like talking about food or cooking.’

      Realisation dawned in those sage-green eyes of hers. ‘Because it reminds you of the accident?’

      It reminded him of all he’d had. And all he’d lost.