it was far nicer than the hotel room he’d been living in the last few months in New Orleans, and he’d paid quite a bit for the privilege.
“You have your own bathroom,” Adrienne said, gesturing toward a door on the far wall.
“Great. Where is everyone else staying?” Alex wanted to know exactly how far he might have to go in his underwear to get back from Gwen’s room before everyone woke up. If he was lucky, it was her door he could see across the way.
“Emma, Peter and Helena are staying down the hall. Sabine, Jack and Wade are in those rooms across from you. Will and I have the suite downstairs, and Gwen’s room is just off the kitchen.”
Damn. She was about as far from his room as logistically possible. Just great. That would make sneaking around quite a bit more difficult. Alex tried not to frown. He didn’t need Adrienne asking questions.
“Looks like I have everything I need, then.”
“Great. I’ll let you get settled, and we’ll see you downstairs.”
Adrienne slipped out of the room, leaving him alone. He heard the dull slap of her footsteps down the wooden staircase, then pulled back the curtains and watched for her to step out onto the patio. He could see Will out there, hovering over the stainless steel grill that was built into the L-shaped outdoor kitchen they’d added since his last visit. Adrienne kissed him on the cheek and assisted him in investigating the mysteries of the new cooktop.
With the coast clear, he unzipped his bag and pulled out a bottle of wine and a bundle of crimson roses he’d picked up for Gwen on his way out of town. His father had always taught him that a gift was never a bad way to start off on the right foot, especially with women. Alex would’ve gotten her some jewelry, but the last time he’d tried, she’d pretty much laughed in his face. To avoid a repeat, he’d opted for something a little more low-key. With Gwen, he’d learned he had to strike a balance between thoughtful, nice and too expensive.
Hiding them behind his back, he headed downstairs in search of Gwen’s room. He’d stayed in that bedroom a few years back at another summertime Taylor gathering, so now he easily found it near the laundry room and kitchen, tucked away in a remote corner. At one time, it had been the maid’s quarters.
The door was halfway open. From his vantage point, he could see an open suitcase lying on the bed. Alex approached the entry and poked his head around the corner. Gwen was putting clothes away in her dresser.
Her back was to him, so he took a moment to admire her. A strapless cotton sundress flowed in bright colors to her ankles and bare feet. Her curly, ash-blond hair was pulled up in a clip that left soft tendrils at her bare neck. He was suddenly filled with the undeniable urge to kiss her there.
Alex slipped silently into the room, creeping across the plush rug to come up behind her.
“Hello again, gorgeous,” he said, wrapping his arms around her to display the wine and roses and planting a warm kiss at the apex of her neck and shoulder. “These are for you.” He felt her tremble slightly at his touch, then stiffen beneath his hands.
She didn’t turn to him or take the gifts. Instead, a soft, hesitant voice politely replied, “Hello, Alex.”
A feeling of unease nagged at Alex’s brain and threatened to override the longing building in his gut. This wasn’t the welcome he’d expected from her at all. He’d anticipated a smile, a hug, maybe an enthusiastic “Hello, sugar” … or at the very least, a thank-you for the flowers. Perhaps he had miscalculated. Her less than enthusiastic greeting made him wonder if she was upset with him. Had she expected him to call even though they’d agreed not to? At the time, she’d seemed to understand what they had together, but she wouldn’t be the first woman to be disappointed or upset when the relationship ended as planned.
She finally took the roses and the wine, setting them on top of the dresser without really looking at them, her back still facing him. Note to self—Gwen wasn’t a fan of expensive jewelry, roses or red wine. What did she like?
“How have you been?” she asked. Her voice sounded more normal now, less timid. Perhaps he’d just startled her.
“Busy,” he said, his free hands now planting at her waist. She didn’t pull away, but she didn’t lean back against him, either. The flowers hadn’t done their magic, but he knew just how to thaw out a woman’s cold reception. The feel of his arousal pressed against her back would certainly soothe her pride and let her know how badly she’d been missed. “You?” he asked, letting his palms glide around to her stomach to pull her reluctant body into him.
At least, that was the idea. As his hands ran over a soft, rounded belly instead of the flat, firm one he remembered, Alex paused.
The realization washed over him like a tidal wave. The breath was knocked from his lungs and his muscles seized, allowing him to neither pull away nor spin her around to see the truth with his own two eyes.
“Busy,” she whispered, repeating his words. “And as you may have noticed, pregnant.”
The hands on Gwen’s rounded stomach had turned from a gentle caress to a grip of immovable stone in an instant. The pressing of his fingertips into her belly were almost painful in their intensity. She put her hands over his and pried them away so she could turn around and finally face him.
Gwen hadn’t been sure how she would feel seeing Alex again. The boyishly handsome face was just as she remembered it, sending her heart racing unexpectedly in her chest. Her fingers itched to run through his messy, blond hair. Her lips ached to leave a trail of kisses along the faint stubble of his jaw. In an instant, it was as if the last few months apart had never happened.
But at the same time, Gwen wondered if coming here had been a mistake.
The golden-hazel eyes that had once sparkled with mischievous passion were now wide with unexpressed emotions and burrowing into her stomach. Granted, it was hard to ignore. To say she’d blossomed in the last month was an understatement. She’d gone from a small pooch of a belly to full-blown second trimester almost overnight.
But it wasn’t the surprise on Alex’s face that concerned her. She expected that. It was the red blotches spreading across his skin and the hard, angry line of his jaw. He was always so laid-back and carefree. She’d never seen him upset, but she supposed when you had enough money, you could fix any problem. Now his personality had taken a one-eighty swing, and Gwen wasn’t even certain he’d taken a breath for the last two minutes.
“Breathe, honey, before you pass right out.”
His gaze darted to meet hers, the intensity of it making her chest tight. She wanted to squirm and move away from him, but she stood her ground. She hadn’t done anything wrong. Why should she run?
“Breathe?” he said at last. “You show up here pregnant without saying a word to me about it and tell me to breathe? Were you saving the news for my birthday or something?”
“It’s none of your business what I do. We aren’t an item. Why would I …?” Gwen started to argue, then stopped, realizing her mistake. She’d never thought for a minute that Alex would think this child was his. She was only five months along, but the furious set of his jaw indicated he wasn’t familiar enough with a female gestational cycle to make that distinction.
They’d slept together and now she was pregnant. He’d obviously jumped to the wrong conclusion.
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