Baby for the Billionaire(105)
He didn’t even glance sideways. “Victoria …” That soulless gaze was focused on her face with an intensity that was awfully disconcerting.
The need to fill the awkward silence made her blurt out, “Can I fix you a cup of coffee? Not that it’s anything like Starbucks, but I was about to make myself—” she stopped before she could reveal that one small human had reduced her to a caffeine-craving wreck “—a hot drink.”
“No.”
“Tea?”
He shook his head.
She moved toward the kitchen, which opened off the living room, flipped the kettle’s switch and opened the fridge.
“I don’t have beer. Would you like a cola?” she offered with reluctance as his footfalls sounded on the tiles behind her. She wished he’d waited for her in the living room. There wasn’t enough space in the kitchen for the two of them.
“Please.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck and shut his eyes. An instant later they flicked open and she glimpsed … pain?
Victoria swung away and yanked the fridge door open. She stared blindly at the contents before reaching for two cans of cola. Shutting the door, she said more curtly than she’d intended, “So what do you want, Connor?”
His mouth twisted. “Certainly not sympathy.”
She flicked him a rapid once-over as she set the cans down on the counter. He made no move toward the drinks. A ring of white that she hadn’t noticed before surrounded his lips.
What was wrong with him? “Why on earth would I offer you sympathy?”
It couldn’t possibly be about his former girlfriend. That had been over two years ago and no one ever spoke about Dana or Paul Harper, Connor’s former business partner who had pinched his live-in lover while Connor had been out of the country on a business trip.
What Victoria had gleaned of the affair had come from a soft-focus women’s magazine feature on Dana and Paul not long after Suzy’s wedding. Connor’s ex had been nominated for a business award, and was quoted gushing about how happy she was, how she’d “come into herself.” There’d been an accompanying spread of photos showing the couple at home in a modern Italianate mansion, all glass and marble.
Yet according to stories in business publications, Harper-North Architecture hadn’t thrived well under Paul’s leadership after Connor had walked out. In fact, Suzy had once told Victoria that Paul Harper still owed Connor money. Victoria had surmised that the only thing keeping Connor from placing Harper-North—and Paul Harper—into receivership must be his intent to squeeze every cent he could out of Paul Harper.
By contrast, there’d been quite a splash in the media about The Phoenix Corporation, the waterfront development company that Connor had floated. Reading between the lines, Victoria had gathered that he’d turned what for a lesser man might have spelled disaster into a multimillion-dollar success story.
Yet a sense that something was not quite right closed in on her, as he rubbed his hands over his face in a manner she could only describe as helpless.
“I shouldn’t have made that crack about sympathy,” he said. “Oh, hell, let me start over.” He dropped his hands to his sides and the eyes that met hers were as expressionless as ever. “I’m sorry, Victoria, I’ve got bad news.”
“Bad news?” Bewilderment set in. “What bad news?”
“Michael—”
“No,” she interrupted, as if that might stop her absorbing the reality of the despair that clung to him. “Not Michael!”
Her index finger tapped her watch face with insistent, staccato force. “He’ll be here soon. I know it.”
Connor was shaking his head and his face was gray, his eyes drained of all vitality. “He won’t. He’s never coming back.”
He had to be.
A sickening fear hollowed out her stomach. She found herself standing right in front of him—closer than she’d ever been, except for that brief disastrous time when they’d danced together at Michael and Suzy’s wedding. And when he’d kissed her. “You’re wrong.”
Because if Michael wasn’t coming back that meant …
Seized by desperation, she choked out, “Suzy. Where’s Suzy?”
“Victoria …”
This time he didn’t have to say anything more. It was all in the way he looked at her with deep sorrow and regret.
“No!” she howled, her throat thickening with grief.