Baby for the Billionaire(36)

Could she believe that?

Did she even have a choice?

She sighed. “Okay, I won’t do anything yet.”

Her mother hugged her. “Thank you, darling, thank you. We’ll sort things out, you’ll see.”

Sasha made a hasty exit after that. It was hard to believe her father had done such a thing.

It was even harder to believe her mother was sticking up for him.





Nine




“Something wrong?” Nick asked, watching as Sasha jumped slightly, her green eyes looking nervous all of a sudden.

“Wrong? Why do you say that?”

He’d been watching her over the top of his newspaper. “You were quiet during dinner and didn’t eat much, and now you’ve been staring at the television like it has you under its spell.”

A hint of pink stained her cheeks. “I find this show fascinating.”

He looked at the television screen and saw they had gone to a commercial. “You were watching the news, Sasha, and I wouldn’t exactly call the news fascinating. Interesting, but not fascinating.”

“That’s your opinion.”

“Let’s not quibble about words. Something’s the matter.” He hesitated to bring this up but “If it’s about the party and Brenda—”

“It isn’t,” she dismissed without hesitation. “And I’m not giving that a second thought, okay?”

“Okay.”

There was something definitely bothering her. She was too pale and not herself.

“I guess it’s the renovations,” she suddenly said. “There was a lot of work to be done in the initial stages.”

Why did he have the feeling she was just saying that to stop him prying further?

“Is it too much for you?”

She looked horrified. “No! That wasn’t what I meant. I love it. I really do. But with coming back from England, then the wedding, then working on the redesigning, I suppose I’m just a little tired tonight.”

It made sense yet.…

The news returned and she pasted on a smile that surpassed the false one on the newsreader’s face. “The news is back on.”

“Then don’t let me stop you from being fascinated,” he drawled.

Her smile couldn’t hide her wariness as she returned to look at the screen. He still wasn’t convinced there wasn’t something troubling her.

He was even more convinced ten minutes later when he heard the telephone ringing out in the hallway and Sasha didn’t move. She didn’t even appear to hear it. Normally she would get up to answer it straightaway.

He was just about to do it himself when he heard Iris pick up the phone. Then the housekeeper popped her head around the door. “There’s a telephone call for Mrs. Valente. It’s her mother.”

Apprehension crossed Sasha’s face, then vanished. “Iris, please tell my mother I’ll call her back later.”

“Yes, Mrs. Valente.”

Nick scowled as the other woman left. “You don’t want to speak to your mother?”

She darted a look at him, then away. “I only saw her today. It can wait.” She turned back to the television but there was a flush to her cheeks that gave her away.

Something was definitely wrong.

And it had something to do with Sally Blake.

Half an hour later he walked into the kitchen and found Sasha talking on the telephone.

“I said I wouldn’t say anything,” she was whispering, “and I won’t. But—” Suddenly she saw him standing in the doorway and went pale. “Mum, er … I’ve got to go. Nick’s just walked in.” She hung up.

Nick leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms. Her words had been a warning to her mother, not a comment.

“Is the hot chocolate almost ready?” he asked, reminding her why she’d come here in the first place.

“Wh-what? Oh yes. I was just about to make it.” She hurried over to the refrigerator and took out the milk.

“Your mother has a problem?”

She darted him a look. “You heard?” Without waiting for an answer she turned and took some mugs out of the cupboard. “It’s um … women’s problems,” she said, not looking at him now. “Nothing you want to know about.”

So, she was using that age-old excuse, was she? How could he refute it?