big enough!’ she repeated incredulously. ‘If the diamonds had been any bigger they would have blinded everyone in the restaurant.’
She would not walk around with that thing on her finger—a deliberately ostentatious sign of ownership. She might as well walk around with a neon sign over her head saying This woman has just been bought!
Because that was obviously what Nick thought he had done!
‘Will you keep your voice down, Hebe?’ he muttered, as several other diners looked their way curiously. ‘Tell me what’s wrong with the ring, and we’ll change it.’
She glared at him. ‘If that had been a diamond an eighth, even a quarter of the size, it might—just might—have been acceptable. But that—that isn’t a ring. It’s a ball and chain!’ She was breathing deeply in her agitation. ‘I think I would like to leave now, if you don’t mind.’ She placed her napkin firmly back on the table.
‘Fine—if that’s what you want!’ He threw his own napkin on the table, signalling for the bill, needing to get out of here himself.
He knew she’d said she didn’t want to get married, but she didn’t have to throw it back in his face quite so vehemently! Why didn’t she just accept that there was no way she was going to get any of his money unless she became his wife? What was it about this woman?
A woman who made his pulse sing and his body rouse with desire every time he looked at her!
Hebe could feel the displeasure emanating from Nick as the two of them left the restaurant.
But what else had he expected—presenting her with that gaudily over-the-top ring?
That she would gather it up with greedy hands, no doubt, she recognised heavily.
But she had hated that ring, and all that it represented, on sight.
Couldn’t Nick see that…?
‘Will you be able to return the ring and get your money back?’ she prompted abruptly as they approached Nick’s car.
‘Don’t worry about it,’ he dismissed tersely, opening the car door for her.
It was a beautiful, low red sports-car—the sort of car that Hebe had only ever seen in glossy magazines. The sort of car you would expect a man like Nick to drive. And this was only the car he owned and drove while in London. Goodness knew what other cars he had in Paris and New York!
‘This is a nice car,’ she offered placatingly once they were both safely seated inside, aware of the impending visit to her parents tomorrow, and that she hadn’t spoken to Nick about it yet.
She still had to ask for his help in convincing her parents this was a love-match rather than a marriage of convenience. Nick’s convenience!
He nodded curty. ‘I’ll buy you one like it, if you like.’
She drew in a sharp breath. ‘And why would you want to do that?’
‘Oh, cut the act, Hebe,’ he told her uninterestedly. ‘I’m really not convinced.’
That she wasn’t after his money or the expensive gifts he was deliberately offering her…
‘Fine—buy me the car,’ she accepted heavily, knowing that nothing she said or did would convince this cynical man she wasn’t just after his money. ‘As long as you accept that in another six months you’ll have to pry me out of it with a tin opener!’ she muttered sarcastically.
When she was nearly eight months pregnant with their baby…
The baby that had become so real to her during her hours alone at the flat today.
Everywhere had been so quiet and peaceful, so much so that Hebe had been able to hear her own heartbeat, had imagined the tiny heartbeat inside her. She had laid her hands protectively on the flatness of her stomach and mentally tried to reach inside and talk to that flickering life.
And she had been sure she received the echoing answer—I’m here…
She glanced at Nick, wishing she could share that with him but knowing she couldn’t—that he wouldn’t understand the wonder she felt at the life growing inside her. Without being sexist, she supposed no man could completely understand the miracle of it all.
Especially when that man believed the pregnancy was only a means to an end as far as she was concerned.
‘I’m sure you’ll cope,’ Nick dismissed impatiently, weary of every damned thing turning into an argument.
This wasn’t just a battle, it was a minefield!
And Hebe obviously sensed that too, staying silent on the drive back to her apartment—a still empty apartment as they had only been gone an hour or so. She removed her jacket before eyeing him warily.
‘What?’ he prompted tersely, the tension finally getting to him.
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue before answering him.
Something Nick dearly wished she hadn’t done as he found himself fascinated by the sensuality of the movement, his gaze locked on the pink edge of her tongue as it moved softly over those highly kissable lips.
Lips he desperately wanted to kiss!
At least on that level he could reach her, could understand her, and give her something they both got satisfaction from.
The type of satisfaction he had craved since he had parted from her twenty-four hours ago. Just thinking about her caused a stirring in his body, and the cold shower he had taken before coming over here earlier had done nothing to alleviate his discomfort.
But before he could take the step needed to pull her into his arms and make love to her, Hebe, unaware of his rising desire, began to answer him.
‘I need to talk to you about this visit to my parents tomorrow,’ she began awkwardly.
Ah. Yes. Nick could see how this was going to be a problem for her.
‘No need,’ he dismissed dryly. ‘I take it your parents wouldn’t be too happy if they knew the real reason we’re getting married? That it would be—preferable if they believe we’re actually in love with each other?’
Colour heightened her cheeks. ‘They—they wouldn’t understand this situation at all.’ She grimaced.
No, he didn’t for a moment think that they would understand their daughter’s calculating machinations. Any more than his own parents would. Although he had no doubt that they would welcome Hebe into their family. The fact that she was expecting their grandchild would be enough to ensure that.
They would probably like Hebe for herself too, though, he admitted grudgingly. She was a warm and likeable woman apart from the fact that he didn’t trust her motives at all—she might have refused the ring, but surely that was just because she didn’t want to have to marry him to get her hands on his money. She certainly hadn’t created such a fuss about his offer to buy her a sports-car. And once they were safely
