their families, seemed even more intimate. Yes, they were still sneaking, but for the next three days, they could be themselves.
Eve stopped short before she could enter the house. After all they’d been through, this would be the first time they actually slept together. They’d both been careful about not sleeping over—that would’ve been another level they hadn’t discussed. But here, she had to assume they were sharing a room.
Maybe not, though. Maybe he’d put her stuff in a guest room. If that were the case, then the feelings she wanted to reveal would be a moot point.
Eve knew one thing. By the end of this trip, they were going to have to have some serious plans laid out because she couldn’t handle this emotional upheaval anymore.
The second Graham swung the old oak door open, Eve gasped. The open floor plan gave an immediate view all the way through the house. But that wasn’t the extraordinary part. The opposite wall was nothing but a showcase of floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the mountains and valleys. The lights dotting the landscape were so sporadic, so different from Chicago. There was space to breathe here, nature to explore. This was exactly the escape she needed from the city, from the chaos in her life.
As if pulled toward the beauty, Eve slowly crossed the open space. “Whatever you paid for this place was worth it.”
Graham laughed as she passed him. “I had the same reaction when I first opened the door, too. I knew the asking price was high, but the second I saw that view, I knew this place would be mine.”
Eve threw a glance over her shoulder. “And is that how things normally work for you? You see something you want and take it?”
He let the bags he was carrying fall to the floor with a thunk. “Always.”
The intensity of his stare combined with his instant response had Eve turning back toward the million-dollar view. She already knew Graham was a go-getter; it was one of the qualities she found most attractive in him.
The way he’d been protective of her feelings, of her emotions during the party earlier had sealed the deal, though. She’d gone and fallen for Graham Newport, father of her child. Even if the baby didn’t exist, Eve wouldn’t have been able to stop herself.
But they had created a child.
A flashback to a time during her previous pregnancy when her belly had been slightly rounded hit Eve as she placed a hand over her stomach. She longed to feel a baby move beneath her palm, wanted to know there was a healthy child thriving inside of her.
Hands slid over her shoulders. “What are you thinking?”
Eve leaned back against Graham’s firm chest. Did she open up to him? Did she fully let him in? If she wanted a chance at this, then yes. But not right now. She didn’t want to start these relaxing days by dumping the darkest memories of her life right in his lap.
“Something to be saved for another time,” she told him.
One of his hands came down to slide over hers. “No worrying. Remember?”
“I’m trying.”
Graham spun her around, framed her face and kissed her softly. “Why don’t you look around and I’ll work on getting something to eat? I know you barely ate at the party.”
She had picked at the appetizers, but then the encounter in the pool house had happened, then Reid and Nora’s announcement and, well...here she was.
“More of your hidden kitchen talents?” she asked with a grin. “I am definitely on board with that.”
“Then you’re going to love these next few days. I plan on cooking for you every chance I get. I want a healthy baby, so I’m making sure his mama is cared for.”
A healthy child. What she wouldn’t give for that.
“You’re going to spoil me and I won’t want to leave.”
Graham nipped once more at her lips. “That’s the idea.”
What? Did he mean...
Graham let go and went back to grab the bags. He headed up the stairs, leaving her staring after him as if he hadn’t just dropped some veiled hint in her lap. Did he want to have her here longer than three days? Did he see their relationship as something more than physical? As something more than just sharing custody?
Hope blossomed inside her. Maybe this trip would be a turning point. Maybe letting him know exactly how she felt was just what they needed to move forward into a life together.
* * *
Graham froze at the edge of the couch where Eve lay on her side sleeping. He’d watched her from the kitchen as he cooked. She’d been sitting there reading a pregnancy magazine, then she’d stretched her feet out across the cushions. Now she was down for the count and the magazine had fallen to the floor.
Guilt slid through him. The ring he’d bought a week ago was in his room. He wanted to wait for the right moment to bring it out, to tell her he wanted their child to have his name.
They’d started out so hot for each other, and that hadn’t changed. But the second Graham knew there was a child, he wasn’t about to let anyone else get near what was his. This baby would have his name, no matter how he had to go about it.
But Eve’s underlying defenselessness kept working its way further under his skin. When he wasn’t with her, he was thinking about her—when he was with her, he didn’t want to leave. He had never wanted a woman in his life permanently. Being married to his job was hard enough, but to try to sustain a relationship was damn near impossible.
For the first time in his life, Graham thought he actually wanted to try. Maybe he’d lost his mind. Perhaps he’d never had a chance where she was concerned. But no matter the reasoning or the path that led them here, Graham was tired of fighting this battle with himself.
Having Eve in his cabin, knowing she’d instantly loved this place the way he had only made him realize just how much they had in common.
He’d convinced her to come here immediately after the party. Maybe he should have waited until morning, but he was so afraid she’d start thinking and change her mind. So he’d whisked her off when she was exhausted. Sleep was exactly what she needed, and once she woke, they could start talking, planning.
Graham pulled the crocheted throw off the back of the sofa and placed it over Eve. Gerty had made this throw, and several other little items around the cabin. He’d wanted a piece of his past to be here. He’d wanted to hold on to the woman who had helped raise him and shape him into the man he was today.
Looking down on Eve’s relaxed face, Graham couldn’t help but wonder what Gerty would think of her. What would his mother think? No doubt both women would adore Eve. She was so easy to talk to. She may be president of one of the top real estate companies in Chicago, but it was her charm, her charisma and her determination that would keep her on top.
Sutton didn’t deserve a daughter so perfect. He didn’t deserve her loyalty. Sutton had used Graham’s mother, not bothering to care what happened to her because he had his wife to go back to when he was done.
Graham hated Sutton more and more each time he thought
