Christmas Baby For The Billionaire. DONNA ALWARD

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СКАЧАТЬ around and the gentle swell of her tummy was visible, his heart gave a little thump. That was his child in there. He had no idea what to do but he knew for sure he wanted to be a better dad than his own had been.

      “It’s late. I didn’t think you’d still be working,” he said, then realized how critical he must sound right now. “Thank you for bringing it,” he added, trying to be less of a jerk. After all, he’d walked out of their lunch like a coward.

      “I waited for you to come back,” she admitted, her dark eyes troubled. “I didn’t like how we left things at lunch, and I wanted to say I was sorry for prying.”

      “You had a right to ask those questions. It’s not your fault I don’t like answering them.”

      She folded her hands in front of her. “You should eat while it’s hot. Let me set this up for you.”

      He watched as she set a place at the small table and chair by the window of the suite, poured his beer into a glass and whisked the cover off his entrée to reveal a glistening steak surrounded by roasted potatoes, grilled asparagus and button mushrooms in garlic butter. It smelled heavenly, and his stomach growled in response.

      “Have you eaten?”

      “I have,” she said. “So please, sit down. I’ll leave you to it.”

      She turned to go and was almost to the door when he said, “Tori? Stay.”

      The moment she paused seemed filled with…well, surely not possibility? There was a change though, somehow. As if the invitation marked a willing step toward discussion. Intention, rather than dancing around the topic or taking the temperature of the situation.

      And when she turned back around and faced him, his stomach quivered. He didn’t let himself get too personally involved with anyone, but he was going to have to with her, wasn’t he? At least if he wanted more of a relationship with his kid than sending a support check every month.

      “Are you sure?”

      He nodded. “I was rude this afternoon. I’m sorry about that.”

      She took a single step toward him. “Neither of us knows how to navigate this. It’s an unusual situation.”

      He gestured to the seat across the table from his food. “Come sit. Do you want some tea? Or anything else sent up?”

      “There’s water on the cart. I’ll grab one of your glasses and have some. That’s all I need.”

      He waited until she had her water and then they sat together. It felt wrong, eating while she wasn’t, but the food was delicious and by her own admission she’d had dinner already. The asparagus was done to perfection and the steak mouthwateringly medium, just as he’d requested.

      “Your chef is very good,” he said. “This is delicious.”

      “Tastes here aren’t terribly adventurous, so he does simple things well and adds a bit of flair when he can. But no one leaves hungry.” She smiled. “Neil has been here a long time, and the rest of the kitchen staff have trained under him. It makes for a consistent culinary experience.”

      The resort wasn’t as glamorous as some he’d stayed in, but he had no complaints.

      “And you’ve been here a long time, too.”

      She lifted her water glass. “Since I was in high school. I started in housekeeping. Then moved to waitressing when I was legal age. Front desk for a while, too.”

      “You trained yourself to know the different departments,” he observed, and her cheeks colored a little.

      “I wanted to be in administration. For a while I was the events manager, in charge of special functions. Then when the assistant manager retired, I applied for the job and got it. This week, I’m acting manager since Tom is away on vacation. Saint Lucia, lucky thing!”

      “And your mom is here. You have strong ties.”

      “The strongest. My mom doesn’t have anyone else, really. As far as family goes, that is. Of course, she has friends.”

      “As do you.”

      Her brow furrowed. “Well, yes.”

      “And so you probably wouldn’t consider moving.”

      Her hand stilled halfway to the table, the glass trembling in her fingers. “Moving? As in…”

      “Nearer to me. So our baby could be close to both parents.”

      “Not with you.”

      His eyes widened. Did she think he was going to ask her to move in with him? Or “do the right thing” and propose? Their affair had been amazing, but there wasn’t love between them.

      “This isn’t the fifties. We don’t have to get married to parent this child. But I did wonder if you’d consider moving somewhere closer to, well, me. Of course, I’d look after everything financially.”

      Her throat worked for several seconds while she studied her fingers, then looked up. Her eyes were clear and there was no censure on her face, either. “It’s a generous offer, Jeremy. But my life is here, as you just heard. I’m truly glad you want to be a part of his or her life, but I’m not prepared to completely uproot mine to make that happen, any more than you’re willing to uproot yours.”

      She was right. If the shoe were on the other foot, he’d never agree to leaving his life behind and moving to small-town Nova Scotia. They were from totally different worlds.

      “I respect that,” he said, putting down his knife and fork. “I really do. But I thought I should at least put the possibility on the table.”

      “Of course.”

      “We don’t have to decide right away, right? You’ve got a few more months to go.”

      She nodded. Then her expression softened. “About today… I’m sorry if I picked at a sore spot. Was your childhood awful? Is that why you don’t talk about your family?”

      He sliced into the steak and considered. She was going to find out at some point, wasn’t she? All she had to do was get on the internet and do a bit of digging and she’d find out who he was. “My older sister works on Wall Street. And my big brother moved to California straight out of MIT. He worked for a few start-ups right out of college and then started his own. Now he’s CEO of a Fortune 500 tech company.”

      “Wow.”

      “Yeah. Being in property, I’m kind of the underachiever of the family.”

      “But property is a huge investment,” she contradicted, and he was amused and a bit flattered that she jumped to his defense. “And you don’t sell average houses. Your clientele are all rich, right?”

      “Yeah. Dropping a few mil on a house is no big deal for them.” He realized she had no idea exactly how wealthy he was, and it both amused and pleased him.

      “It’s a whole other world.”

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