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“I don’t have flavors,” he had told her, highly offended.
“Well, whatever you want to call it. The minute I step out in public with you, it will be all over the internet.”
“You could come by my place.”
“To have sex.”
“To have a meal. The sex is optional and entirely up to you,” he had told her smoothly. God, she missed him so much that it was like an ache inside her breast.
Was he really going to New York on business or was he hooking up with someone else? Had she driven him away? She had been sniping at him ever since they met. Maybe he was getting tired of trying and –
“No, dammit. I am not going to torture myself by thinking about that,” she said aloud.
Firming her lips, she pulled the bowl towards her and dug the spoon in. She was going to eat, do her stretches, listen to some Mozart, and go to her damn bed. Even if it meant wearing one of his t-shirts.
*****
He could not concentrate on the contracts in front of him. Truthfully, he did not have to come to New York, but he had not felt like going home to her. He was still pissed and what she had said to him was still emblazoned across his brain.
He was not used to any of it. And was wondering if he had moved too fast. They did not really know each other when it came down to it, did they? Yes, he knew about the crap she and her brother had gone through, and he had told her of the coldness of his childhood.
He told her things he had never revealed to another living soul, bared his soul to her because she was the most important person in his life. But it had made him vulnerable, made him weak where she was concerned and he was finding that he did not like it one bit.
She held his heart in her palms. And yes, he knew she loved him, but was it enough?
Pushing away from the desk inside the sumptuous hotel suite he wandered over to the well-stocked cabinet to pour a drink. He had gone straight to the meeting, given into the associates insistence on having a meal with them and had engaged in casual conversation even though he was not in the mood.
He had declined dessert and headed up to his hotel room. He would be flying out early in the morning to catch another meeting at his office for nine.
He picked up the glass and stared sightlessly out the thick pane of floor to ceiling one way glass. It was still snowing – light drops of it, not enough to stick. He knew she was at the loft, safe and warm and had called Mrs. Mason to see to it that she ate.
He felt like a coward, not calling her directly, but he could not deal with her right now. He loved her so much that he felt like a damn fool where she was concerned. She was the only one who could get under his skin with just a look or an ill-placed word.
And it grated on him. It pissed him off that she had accused him of suffocating her. Even now, being here without her, he was finding it very difficult to concentrate on anything. He tossed back the drink and slammed the glass down.
He was itching to call her and was pissed and annoyed that he was yearning to hear from him. When the hell did he become this person? When had he become a man who sought a woman’s approval or phone call to make him feel better?
Shoving his hands into the pockets of the hotel robe, he walked back to the desk to stare at the piles of documents there. He had an early breakfast meeting and then would be dashing off to the airfield for his flight. He was going to have to put her out of his damn mind.
Chapter 10
The nausea was bad. She woke up in the middle of the night with cramps. The cramps came with the nightmares and had her jumping up, one hand pressed to her stomach. She felt the sticky warmth between her thighs immediately and froze in panic.
“No! No! No!” Gripping the sheets and wadding them between her thighs, she reached for the phone. “Call Rachel. Oh please answer. OH God, please don’t make me lose this baby. Rachel! I am sorry to get you up. I am bleeding. I am having cramps and my stomach is heaving. He is not here.”
“I will send an ambulance. How bad is it?” she asked briskly.
“I don’t know. I am afraid to look.”
“Can you get dressed?”
“I-I think so.”
“The ambulance is five minutes away and I will meet them there. Try not to worry.”
“I don’t want to lose my baby.” She could feel the tears sliding down her cheeks.
“We will make certain it does not happen. Call me if you feel worse.”
