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"I want to go back to India, to my parents. To be buried there. Make it happen for me." She squeezed his hand again and took another labored breath. "That's all I am asking. Promise me."
"Yes. I promise."
"Thanks." A smile touched her lips. "I am happy you found happiness. I wish you all the best." The machine started beeping madly. Pushing back his chair, he raced towards the door, just as the medical team came rushing in.
"She is coding. I am afraid you will have to leave."
He waited in one of the rooms, pacing the length of the floor. He had no doubt that what she told him was the truth. She would have no reason to lie to him. Walking over to the window, he stared out at the trees with their branches whistling in the wind, his thoughts in a maze. Turning as the door was pushed open, he read it on the doctor's face.
"She is gone."
"Yes. She held on longer than expected, but I suppose she was waiting to see you."
Wade nodded. "I am making arrangements to take her back to India as soon as it is possible."
"I will speed things along."
"Thank you."
Wade left the room and hurried out of the building to where his driver was waiting. "Take the long way home."
"Yes sir." The man doffed his cap and closed the door as soon as he entered.
Wade sat back and closed his eyes wearily. He should call home and check on her. But he was not in the frame of mind to do so.
He was going to have to come clean and was not looking forward to it. He was going to have to tell her everything and she was going to be pissed and hurt. And hurting her, hurt him a hell of a lot and he could not bear the thought of it. He needed time to compose himself.
Chapter 12
He was stalling. That much he knew. He had walked into the loft and headed straight to the living room where a gentle fire was flickering inside the hearth and was grateful that she was not waiting for him there.
He needed some time and he was going to take it. He had ditched his outer coat, with the fine moisture from the rain clinging to it and had taken off his tie. The top two buttons of his powder blue shirt were open and his shirt sleeves cuffed at the elbows.
He needed a drink and time to think. He had acquired the ring and was going to slide it on her finger as soon as he went upstairs, but now his mind was a jumble of thoughts. Chaotic ones.
And the grief was surfacing. He had not loved Angela, but he had cared enough to form some kind of relationship and hearing that she had been pregnant with his seed even for that short period of time compounded his grief.
He had been careless. He had never been with a woman without using protection. Always uppermost in his mind was the consequences and the fact that he was Wade Bramwell.
He could not afford to be careless. At least, not until Remi. With her, he had not cared one way or the other. He knew from the upshot that he wanted her and that what he felt for her was different. She was different.
Now there was a woman lying in the morgue who confessed to him that she had been carrying his seed. He would have stood by her of course and would have been there for her and his child, but he had not loved her and that would not have happened.
He loved Remi, and adored her to the point of being foolish. Now he was going to have to come clean about everything and she was going to be mad and hurt. He was delaying the inevitable.
Pouring a drink, he took a gulp and almost choked as the fiery liquid entered his throat too swiftly. He would take one drink, just half a glass and go upstairs to face the music. He would try and convince her to accompany him to India, not to salve his conscience, because he felt guilty as hell! But he needed her with him.
Finishing the drink, he put the glass away and took a deep breath before he headed out of the room. He could not delay it any longer. It was getting late and she had already called to find out what was keeping him.
Bounding up the steps, he hesitated at the doors to their suite before pushing them open. He found her with fabrics and papers strewn around her as she sat cross legged in the middle of the bed.
"Hi." She flashed him a dazzling smile before looking back at something on paper. "I was about to send out the cavalry."
"What are you doing?" He walked over to the sofa to sit and take off his shoes and socks.
"I am in the middle of designing a Pied a Terre for Leesa. And deciding which one of these dresses I prefer. Monique has given me until later today to come up with my choice." She glanced at him. "The meeting went well by the way and we got everything taken care of.
Cheryl is a dream and she is very efficient. I asked her to contact Corinne to get your list of people. Oh, by the way, the venue has changed. We decided on your club instead. An outdoor thing with the reception on one of the patios. What do you think?"
