Baby for the Billionaire(21)

Nick frowned as he watched her leave. They’d only just gotten married, so why the hell was she already mentioning divorce?

Or perhaps she really had married him for the money? No, he didn’t think that any longer. Why, he couldn’t say.

Besides, there was nothing to worry about. No way would she ever get any part of the House of Valente. The legal side of the business was wrapped up tighter than a ball of string.

Dammit, she should stay out of all this anyway. She had her job, and he had his. And what the hell was Porter playing at? The man had no scruples in hiding behind his wife and daughter’s skirts. He never had.

It was just a pity the man was so good at detecting trouble. He was obviously suspicious about the delay in signing the contract. And with good reason.

Nick and his brothers couldn’t quite put their finger on it, but there was something not quite right about the deal. None of them liked Porter, though this was more than not liking the man. It was a gut feeling that the wool was being pulled over their eyes. But with no real evidence, and unable to share their concerns with Cesare because of his health, they weren’t going to be able to postpone the deal much longer.

Damn Porter Blake.

Suddenly Nick realized that Alex should be told the latest development. Yet he didn’t want to say any of this on the telephone in case Sasha overheard him and reported back to her father. He grabbed his car keys and left the house.

After that he spent a couple of hours at Alex’s place where they talked over the shipping deal once again, trying to find the reason it just didn’t feel right. Nothing came to mind, and they reluctantly moved on to the upcoming launch in the U.K.

“Another cup of coffee, Nick?” Olivia asked, sticking her head around the study door.

He smiled at his sister-in-law. “Perhaps one more, Olivia, thanks.”

Olivia’s gaze slid to Alex. “What about you, honey?”

“No, nothing for me.”

Olivia’s gaze darted back to Nick, then Alex again, then she smiled oddly and left. Nick knew they were wondering why he wasn’t eager to go home to his new wife.

“Problems with Sasha?” Alex said when they were alone again, a speculative look in his eyes.

Nick rubbed the back of his neck. “Just teething problems.”

“I understand.”

Nick thought about that. “Yes, you do, don’t you?”

There was a moment’s pause, then Alex said, “Sasha’s turned out pretty good, considering what her father’s like.”

Nick shot him a twisted smile. “Whose side are you on?”

“I’m sure you’ll work it out.”

Nick suddenly had the urge to go home. So Sasha had only been trying to please her father. He shouldn’t have snapped at her like that.

He stood up. “I think I’ll give that coffee a miss.”

Alex grinned. “I’ll tell Olivia.”

By the time Nick got home, Sasha was asleep. He showered and slid into bed beside her, careful not to wake her though he was tempted to pull her close. In the end he fell asleep. It had been a long day.

Sasha kept busy the next day going to various stores, but her mind was on Nick and his reaction last night. Stupid hurt had ripped through her at his response. She had hated to ask about the shipping contract but that’s all she’d done. It wasn’t a major crime. So why was he being so defensive about it?

Of course that threat of hers about a prenuptial had been a childish thing to say, but it served Nick right for drawing such a line in the sand. She already knew he didn’t care for her. She hadn’t needed to hear that she should stay in the background like a good little wife. It smacked too much of her father. “You’re late.”

She almost missed her step as she came through the front door and looked up. Nick was waiting inside and demanding to know where she’d been? After he’d left her wondering last night if he’d gone to see an old girlfriend or two.

She placed her handbag on the hall table. “So we’re keeping tabs on each other now?”

An odd sincerity flickered across his face. “I was getting worried, that’s all.”

Her anger cooled. “Okay, if you must know I’ve been out seeing some contractors. It took longer than I thought it would.”

His eyes clouded and all at once he turned toward the living room, his movements somewhat jerky. “Well, I’m glad you’re home.”

Sasha frowned at his back. Was he embarrassed because he had worried? At the thought, a hint of tenderness trickled through her.