distance had made it awful.
Where she should be bathing in a heady glow at all the wonderful sensations and feelings that had erupted in her, all she wanted was to crawl under a rock and bawl her eyes out.
Javier had committed himself with his body but the part that really mattered, the heartfelt connection she hadn’t realised she craved until it had been denied her, had not been there and that had been deliberate, she was certain of it.
She did not deny that he’d been generous in his attention to her. In that respect it had been glorious but she could savour none of it because it all felt tainted.
Would he have held back so absolutely from Freya...?
She pulled at her hair and stifled a scream.
Comparing herself would do her no favours. Freya was incomparable. She always had been.
After she’d brushed her teeth and pulled her old, comfortable pyjamas on, Sophie felt better in herself, better enough to deal with the silence that would be waiting for her in the bedroom.
She rubbed her stomach and made a promise to their child that she would not admit defeat. They’d been married only half a day!
She was expecting too much from him.
She was suffering a severe case of reality trumping expectations when she should be rejoicing that she’d broken enough of his barriers for him to share their bed as it should be shared, not whinging that he hadn’t stared deep into her eyes and declared his undying love.
Whoa!
Her hand was on the door as that thought went through her head.
She walked back to the small shaving mirror and stared at her reflection sternly.
Stop thinking, she told it. You knew the man you were committing to was an emotionless control freak, so stop being surprised when he acts like an emotionless control freak and don’t give even a passing thought to love. It’s not going to happen. Javier’s incapable of love and you’re not stupid enough to fall for the man who threw you out of his home after taking your virginity and then forgot all about you.
Rolling her shoulders, Sophie tucked her hair behind her ears and walked back into the bedroom.
Her resolution almost faltered to find the bedside light still on and Javier lying in bed, an arm crooked on the pillow above his head, the sheets pulled up to his waist.
His eyes were open.
He didn’t say anything, just watched her pad to the bed.
She was glad of her pyjamas. It meant he couldn’t see her shaking knees.
She climbed onto the bed and crossed her legs, facing him.
It warmed her that his returning stare was curious rather than hostile or indifferent.
A bubble of laughter flew up her throat that she only just managed to stop from escaping, but it wasn’t the laughter of amusement, only the laughter of sadness.
She guessed he’d prepared himself for histrionics from her.
Did her calmness relieve or disappoint him?
She pulled at a loose thread at the ankle of her pyjama bottoms and, in as casual a tone as she could muster, asked, ‘What happened with Benjamin to make him hate you so much?’
His features darkened, just as she’d known they would.
This was a conversation they needed to have. Why not have it now, when they were both awake and alone?
Better to talk than lie in silence with only her thoughts.
‘That is none of your business.’
She’d expected the brusqueness of his reply. ‘I’m your wife. Like it or not, that means your business is now my business.’
He laughed mirthlessly. ‘That didn’t take long.’
‘What didn’t?’
‘For you to assert your wifely rights.’
‘It’s going to come out, you know that, surely? The world knows you and Luis took out an injunction on Benjamin and sooner or later some journalist or other will find the details and publish them.’
‘Nothing can be published. The injunction prevents it.’
‘It can in America. Do you want me to hear it from the press or from yourself? Or shall I ask Freya?’
‘You are to have nothing to do with her.’
‘Javier...’ She sighed at his bullishness. ‘Freya’s the reason I’m asking you this. You read the messages she sent me. Whatever she believes you did, she hates you for it. Whatever went wrong between you and Benjamin, I would rather hear your side first before anyone else’s.’
‘My side?’ he asked in that all too familiar dangerous tone.
‘It will be different from theirs because you will see things from your own perspective. I reached out to her today because Freya’s my oldest friend and I didn’t want her to learn about our marriage from anyone but me. She’s found happiness with Benjamin and I am very happy for them but my loyalty now belongs to you.’
‘That does not say much about your loyalty if it is so easily transferred.’
‘Freya has had my loyalty and friendship since we were eleven years old. She will always be my best friend but I did not take our vows lightly. You’re my husband. You’re the father of my child. That means everything and if your vows meant anything then you have to start trusting me. I’m not your enemy, Javier.’
Trust her? As if he would trust anyone ever again.
But there was something in the softness in those pale blue eyes and the soothing melodiousness of her voice that made Javier wish...
In that softly thickening belly lay his child.
He had observed Sophie with her parents that day and seen the bond she had with them. She had given up the support she would undoubtedly have received from them throughout the pregnancy and birth to be with him. She had signed the iron contract he’d drawn up that stated exactly what she’d suggested: that in the event of them divorcing she would be entitled to a home in Madrid and that they would share custody of any children they had.
She had read it thoroughly in front of him, asked for a pen and signed it. She hadn’t argued any of it. She had signed it knowing she would get nothing else from him.
He’d been testing her. He’d been prepared to give her much more but she hadn’t asked.
Damn Freya to hell for trying to poison her against him. He had been straight down the line with Freya and she repaid him like this?
He had to give Sophie credit for not simply calling Freya and demanding the details.
If she was prepared
