For the Greek Tycoon's Pleasure: The Greek's Pregnant Lover. Lucy GordonЧитать онлайн книгу.
at the ice in his voice, but he could not help that. “I decided it wasn’t something we should discuss on the phone but, um…maybe I should have called and told you that.”
“Yes, you should have. I have been worried. I went by your apartment. You did not answer the door.”
“I wasn’t there. I went to my favorite place to think after trying yours and getting nowhere.”
“Where is that?” he demanded.
“The beach.”
“You could not have let me know you went out of town?”
“If I had called you, you would have talked me into seeing you.”
“Maybe because that was what we both needed.” Frustrated anger laced his voice. “At the very least, you could have let me know that you were waiting here today.”
“I should have,” she acknowledged as she sat up and brushed her hair back off her face. The beach might be her favorite place to think, but it had brought her no peace and despite just waking from a nap, she looked like she hadn’t been getting enough sleep. “I was just so tired and thought you would come up after work. I didn’t realize you would work until bedtime.”
“It is hardly that.”
“Close enough.”
“Damn it! Do not try to sidestep the issue. If I had known you were here, I would have left my office immediately.” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly to prevent his volume from increasing. “I was worried. Do you understand that?” Did she care? “I called your cell over and over again.”
She looked down so he could not see her eyes, and target the guilt he would see there. “I turned it off.”
“I figured that out.”
She nodded. She stood up and came to him, then tilted her head back so their gazes met. Emotions he did not understand swirled in her blue depths.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his tone softer than he intended.
How could he help feeling compassion? She looked like hell.
“I’m sorry I didn’t call. It was inconsiderate and selfish of me. I should have called, no matter how hard it would have been. I kept thinking and thinking, but I couldn’t make sense of anything no matter which way I looked at it. When I finally got here today, it was past four. I really thought I’d take a short nap and you would be here. And then we could talk.”
“Instead I worked late, trying to keep my mind off the fact you did not keep your promise to call.” Almost a week ago, but he had already said that and she had acknowledged it.
She nodded. “This situation is scary, Zephyr.”
“I agree, but I would think that two friends facing down fear together would work better than each trying deal with it on his or her own.”
“I’m sure you’re right.” She looked away again. “I just…I knew you’d want to get married and I didn’t know what I wanted to do about that.”
“So, you are pregnant.”
She met his gaze, hers suspiciously glossy. “Yes, we’re either very unlucky or wildly fortunate, depending on how you want to look at it.”
“How do you look at it?” he demanded.
“Wildly fortunate? How else? I’m thrilled to be having your baby even if this whole situation scares me to death.” She looked ready to shake apart.
Damn it. He would have noticed how fragile she was earlier if he hadn’t been working through his own turmoil. He did not want to tell her the plans he’d been making when he first arrived, but would she give him a choice?
Hoping to convince her of their best option yet, he pulled her into his arms, keeping their gazes connected even as their bodies pressed together in comfort. “What are you so frightened of?”
“A lot of things.”
“What scares you the most?”
“That I’ll agree to marry you, we’ll do the deed and then you’ll finally fall in love—with someone else.”
That was at the top of her fear factor list? He couldn’t have been more stunned if she said she was terrified of an alien invasion snatching their baby from her womb. “I am not going to fall in love with another woman.”
“You can’t be sure of that.”
“Yes, I can. Trust me, Piper. It is not even a possibility.” Of all the things he’d been considering over her week-long silence, that was not one of them.
“Do you think there is even a tiny chance that someday you might fall in love with me?” She buried her face against his chest and waited for his answer.
He wanted to lie; it would make things so much easier, but he could not. “If I was capable of falling in love, I already would have.”
“You really believe that?”
“Absolutely.”
Her head tilted back so he could see her glare. “Everyone is capable of love.”
“That is debatable.”
“Yes, I guess it is.” She grimaced. “There are certainly people that make a great case for that point of view anyway. I never considered you one of them, however.”
He could not help that. He shrugged. “What else scares you?”
“Oh, the usual, what will happen to my business, what if I lose the baby, what if I’m a terrible mother, am I going to turn into a whale, can I learn Greek?” Her litany of worries came out in a voice garbled by suppressed tears he did not know what to do about.
“You are going to marry me.” Why else would she need to learn Greek?
“How can I do anything else? I’ve looked at this situation from every side until I’m sick with it. If I don’t marry you, we’ll have to share custody and I’m not naive enough to think you are going to settle for being a weekend dad. You’ll fight for at least equal custody, if not majority custody.”
He was shocked. She realized that. “I…”
“Don’t try to deny it.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
Her lips trembled, but she blinked away the incipient moisture in her troubled blue eyes. “Good. We can’t build a marriage on lies.”
“I agree.”
“The custody issue wasn’t even the most distressing.”
“It was not?” What could have worried her more?
“No. It was the certainty that if I didn’t marry you, one day you would marry someone else and build a whole family with them.”
“The thought of me married to someone else bothers you?” he asked, just to clarify. She had left him without any sort of contact for almost a week after all.
“Of course it does. I love you.”
Something inside his chest stuttered. “You love me?”
“Yes.”
“Like a friend.” He attempted to qualify.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shook her head, those terrifying tears of hers spilling over now. “No, not like a friend.”
“You won’t convince anyone you love me like a brother.” Maybe there was some special kind of love women left for the father of their children.
She shook her head again, a mysterious smile flirting with the edge of her lips, despite the sadness in her eyes. “Like the only man in my universe, like the other half of my heart, like the part of my soul that’s