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And now, with the baby on the way, the connection was unbreakable.
Now, if only Grace would see it the same way. He wondered again, why she had left him before. Fear? Pressure? She'd told him everything had been moving too fast, and he could understand that. He'd been told by others in the past that he often dismissed other people's feelings too readily.
Maybe it was time for him to change, he told himself. And there was no better person to remake him as a man than Grace. He would savor that, enjoy becoming a husband to her and father to their baby.
Everything looked so positive, Qazim told himself.
Anxiety twisted in his middle.
Now, all that was needed was for Grace to agree to stay, to consent to the life he had offered her.
Would she do it?
He didn't even want to consider what would happen if she left him again.
Surely there was something he could do.
Qazim stretched out and began to think. Hard.
What would persuade Grace to stay? She'd said that she couldn't see how she would fit in to the life in Qazhar. That she would feel completely isolated.
That was where she was wrong. She wasn't the first American to marry a wealthy Qazhar sheikh.
And, if she went ahead with it, she wouldn't be the last, Qazim told himself.
An idea floated into his mind. A simple idea. A way for Grace to see exactly what life could be like for her.
Here with Qazim and the baby. A joyful family.
Qazim flicked a switch and spoke to the driver. He gave him instructions. He wasn't going to waste his time going back to his apartment. Not when there was something else he could do.
Maybe he would win her over to this life, after all.
But first he had to speak to someone very important.
CHAPTER NINE
Somewhere in the distance of her awareness, Grace could hear a doorbell ringing. She shifted in her bed and tried to ignore it. Whoever it was might go away and leave her alone.
But the bell kept on ringing. They were being mighty insistent, she told herself as she opened her eyes and stretched. Grace sat up and glanced at the clock. Five o'clock. She'd been sleeping for about three hours. It was still light outside.
She slid out of bed and put on a robe. The doorbell rang again. Grace felt irritation as she padded barefoot into the apartment's living room. Maybe it was Bruce, she told herself. Why hadn't he just called instead of coming over?
Grace rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her hair was all mussed up. She shrugged. It didn't really matter.
She continued toward the door. There was one more ring and then, suddenly another noise.
That noise made Grace freeze in her tracks.
She tilted her head to one side and listened. She wasn't sure whether she'd been hearing things.
There was a long moment of silence. Then the noise again, confirming her suspicions.
A child's excited squealing!
Whoever was standing outside the door had a young child in tow.
Grace frowned. What was going on?
