The Scorsolini Marriage Bargain. Lucy Monroe

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      Falling to her knees, she cried, “God in Heaven, it isn’t fair!” The words echoed around her in the shower stall, no one there to answer…or if He did, she did not hear the Heavenly voice.

      She covered her face and sobbed, but eventually her tears had to abate. She’d cried herself dry. She turned off the shower, her throat sore and her eyes almost too puffy to see out of. No way would anyone looking at her now not know how she’d spent the last hour, but it didn’t matter. Claudio wouldn’t be back for ages and when he did arrive, she planned to be asleep. She was beyond tired, her emotional reserves used up completely.

      She hadn’t realized how exhausting her pretense of contentment had become until she gave herself permission to let it go. With aching limbs, she pulled on a nightdress and climbed into the bed, not caring that it was just going on seven o’clock.

      Without thought, her hand automatically searched out his side of the bed, but of course it was empty. As it had been on so many nights of their marriage and would be every night once she left New York. A dry sob caught in her throat and she bit it back, but she’d soaked her pillow with silent tears before she managed to slip into a fitful sleep. Her last thought that tears were never ending…

      She woke sometime later to the sound of the shower going in the bathroom and light spilling from the cracked door into the bedroom. The digital clock beside the bed read nine o’clock. She blinked, trying to think what that meant. It was earlier than she had expected him, but not so early that she could trick herself into thinking he’d rearranged his time for her.

      The shower cut off and a minute later, Claudio strolled into the room, completely naked and drying his hair with a white towel. He leaned over to flick his bedside lamp on the lowest setting, casting his bronzed body in a golden glow.

      Her mouth went dry as desire and emotional need spiraled low in her belly. It had no place in the devastation inside her and yet it continued to bloom as if her heart had not been decimated in her chest.

      He tossed the towel to the side and looked over at her. He paused when her eyes caught his dark gaze. “You are awake.”

      “You’re back.”

      “Obviously.”

      She winced at his sarcasm. “How did your meeting go?”

      She didn’t really care, but nothing else came to mind and total silence simply did not work right then. Nevertheless, she had no doubts that the meeting had gone exactly as he had wanted it to. He was that kind of man. It took a will of iron with the intelligence of Socrates and Einstein combined to defeat Claudio’s plans.

      Or a woman’s rebellious reproductive system, a voice in her head mocked. He couldn’t battle that, no matter how smart and stubborn he was, could he? And in all likelihood, he wouldn’t want to. It would require her having treatments that may or may not be successful for pregnancy that the press was bound to get wind of.

      She couldn’t bear the thought of what that would mean and knew he wouldn’t tolerate such an intrusion into his life.

      “It went much as I expected it to.”

      “I’m not surprised.”

      “What do you mean by that?”

      “Only that you are very good at getting your own way.”

      “I am not selfish.”

      “I didn’t say you were.”

      “What are you saying?”

      “Nothing.”

      “Roberto said you did not eat dinner.”

      “I ate on the plane.”

      Claudio frowned. “A cup of coffee and two cookies is not dinner.”

      “It was all I wanted.”

      “Skipping meals is not healthy.”

      “One missed dinner is not going to kill me.”

      “Are you sick?” He asked it so baldly, without the slightest trace of compassionate concern that she winced again. “If you are, you should not be traveling.”

      “Don’t worry, I’m not going to give you the flu, or something. I’m not sick.” Not with anything he could catch anyway.

      He did not look appreciably cheered by that assurance. “I expected you to be awake when I got back, but you were not.”

      “I had no way of knowing when that would be.”

      “It is barely nine o’clock.” He said it like he couldn’t imagine going to bed this early. And probably, he couldn’t. The man needed less sleep than anyone she knew.

      If he knew she’d gone to bed as early as seven, he’d be convinced she was ill. She saw no reason to enlighten him. “I was tired.”

      “But you are not sick?”

      “No.”

      “You are certain?”

      “Yes.”

      “Are you pregnant?” He asked the question with the same lack of emotion he’d asked if she was sick to begin with.

      The words skewered her. And there was no sense of anticipation in his features, no warming at the prospect, which hurt just like everything else did right then.

      “No. Not pregnant,” she forced out of stiff lips.

      “You are sure?”

      She hadn’t started, but she was sure. “I’m positive.”

      “Then this strange behavior is the result of period hormones?”

      No doubt a good portion of what she was feeling and her willingness to act on those feelings was caused by hormonal imbalances. “If it pleases you to think so, then yes.”

      Hormone driven, or not, the knowledge her marriage was over was real. His lack of love for her was fact. Her unpredictable reproductive system was not the stuff fantasies were made of and the pain inside her was a physical ache that made it hard to breathe.

      He made an impatient movement. “Nothing about this situation pleases me.”

      “I am sorry.”

      “I do not want an apology. I want an explanation. You said you had things you wanted to talk about but I come back to the suite only to find you sleeping.”

      “Is that a crime?”

      “No, but you are making no sense to me right now.”

      “Heaven forbid I should stop fitting in the slot you’ve assigned me to in your life.”

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