ETHAN STOOD BY the lounge window, swirling his brandy in its glass, oblivious to one of Australia’s most iconic views. He was reliving the emotional rollercoaster he’d ridden since the elevator doors had opened to reveal his exquisite bride.
The moment she’d seen him her stunning eyes had seemed to fill her face. She’d stopped, giving him the chance to take in every gorgeous centimetre of her. His heart had hammered; his stomach had clenched. His brain had ceased to function logically.
Her tongue-tip had flicked nervously over her tempting lips. With her bouquet held defensively over her baby bump, she’d been like a frightened animal, captured in a hunter’s spotlight, unable to move. So adorable. So courageous.
He’d made no conscious decision; his movement towards her had been instinctive, as natural as breathing. Drawing her close and kissing her had eased the unaccustomed ache from being apart from her. The brightness in her eyes as they’d stood face to face, hands joined for the ceremony, had given him cause to hope.
Yet as she’d sworn, ‘’Till death do us part...’ her fingers had lain cool in his, her voice had been calm and steady, making him wonder if she still had no intention of honouring that vow. Then she’d returned his kiss with a fervour that had made his head spin.
His cognac was failing to have its usual satisfying effect. His complete focus was on Alina.
He rinsed the glass and went to find her. She lay on her side, in his bed, one hand tucked under her cheek. His wife—for as long as he could persuade her to stay.
Sliding in beside her, he cradled her into his body and splayed his hand on her belly. Alina James. Baby James. His family. Here in his arms where he could protect them. All was right with his world.
With a deep sigh of contentment, he fell asleep.
* * *
Inching carefully out of Ethan’s arms, Alina sat up, curbing the impulse to stroke his stubbled jaw. With his long dark lashes and tanned muscular body, plus a secret smile as if he were dreaming of hidden delights, he created a magazine picture that would have women lining up to buy it.
His brand-new gold ring caught her eye. She glanced down at hers, bright and shiny, a symbol of hope. She was married. Tendrils of the past crept into her head, were dismissed immediately. The future was unknown, not to be thought about. The now...
Her skin tingled. Lifting her head, she met Ethan’s wide-awake gaze and sensual smile.
‘I was looking forward to waking you with a kiss, Mrs James.’ Husky. Thick.
‘From your expression, whatever you were dreaming must have been better,’ she teased.
A second later, she was flat on her back, drowning in dark cobalt contemplation.
‘Nothing could be better than kissing my wife good morning.’
Appropriate action swiftly followed his declaration. She closed her mind, and surrendered to the ardour of his skilful lips. Everything was changing. Every day the fine line between role-playing and reality became more blurred. No longer a solitary entity, she was once again joined with someone.
‘I meant to wake earlier. We have a full day in front of us, Alina.’
His rough inflections as he gulped air while trying to talk amused and thrilled her.
‘Then you’d better let me go.’ Teasing, half hoping he wouldn’t.
He braced himself on his arms, blue eyes gleaming with suppressed delight. ‘Ultrasound, then lunch. Okay?’
She nodded, not quite sure where he was going with this.
‘After that my visit to tell my parents we are married will take a couple of hours. Which gives you plenty of time to pack. I’ve booked a holiday house in the Blue Mountains until Sunday.’ He grinned like a magician who’d pulled off an amazing trick.
If an open mouth and wide eyes was the reaction he’d hoped for, he got it. Alina’s heart pounded as she realised that their recent discussion on Australian tourist spots had been him info-gathering. He’d taken note of the places she’d never been to, ensuring his plans didn’t clash with her memories. Another chink in her armour widened.
‘Just the two of us, alone in the Blue Mountains. Time to get to know each other better without any distractions.’
‘What about work?’ He’d be getting calls all day.
‘All fixed. Emergencies only.’
* * *
The pavements were crowded. Alina stared through the tinted glass at people living normal lives, fiddled with her two rings. It wasn’t nerves. Heck, she’d been through this procedure three times. Truth was, she was scared she might begin to care for the life inside her once she’d seen an active image on the screen. Feared she wouldn’t. She wasn’t sure which would be worse.
‘Try to relax, Alina.’ Ethan covered her restless hands with his. ‘With new technology the imagery will be enhanced.’
So they’d see everything more clearly. She’d prefer vague and fuzzy.
‘This was meant to be a happy time...the three of us were supposed to be together at every stage.’ Her voice cracked. She bit her lip, refusing to cry.
‘Now you only have me,’ he remarked wryly. ‘A poor substitute, but I’ll do my best.’
Hearing the sorrow in his voice, she felt contrite. They were both in need of comfort.
‘I wish I could talk about them without being torn apart. About the way Leon’s face lit up when he saw the blue lines, their laughter when he picked Louise up and spun her round... It hurts that their happiness only lasted a few weeks.’
‘Happiness you gave them. For that alone I’ll always be in your debt.’
He let go of her hands, hugged her so close she felt his ragged breath rumble up his chest. She thanked her lucky stars—not that there’d been much evidence that she had any—that she’d made the decision to come to him earlier rather than wait until after the birth.
* * *
A short time later Alina lay on the examination table, gripping Ethan’s hand, staring at the blank monitor. He brushed his lips across her cheek.
‘Our baby, Alina. An individual person.’ His compelling dark eyes held her spellbound. ‘Created by Leon, Louise and you. Unique in its own right.’
The technician breezed in, all smiles and goodwill. Showing soon-to-be parents images of their babies must be one of the best jobs ever.
‘Hi. Alina and Ethan James, right? I’m Gary.’ He grinned as he sat on the stool, checking her chart. ‘Ready for some hi-tech wonder. Tuck your top up and brace yourself. Maybe one day they’ll develop a lotion we can apply warm.’
He squeezed the cold gel onto her abdomen, causing her to wince and screw up her nose. Making Ethan laugh.
‘Same reaction
