Chapter 35: An Acquired Taste“Nick.”
I sat up, blood rushing to my head. “What? What is it?” It was dark in the room. What time was it? What day?
“Why do you always do that?” Derek was lighting a few candles on our dresser. “No matter how gently I try to stir you, you always sit up like a soldier waking up behind enemy lines.”
“I went down for a nap, right?”
He blew out the match, his happy face glowing in the diffused light. “There’s a power outage.”
I jumped out of bed. “Oh, f**k, how long has—”
“Hey, hey. The generator switched on at Split.” Derek pressed his hand against my pounding heart. “Myles and I went downstairs to make sure the fridges and freezer were running and the alarm system was still engaged. Okay, Chef Lund?”
“But up here?”
“Beats me.”
I grabbed his hand. “Are y
