His mouth curled into a grimace of self-recrimination. ‘Who else would you blame?’ he wanted to know.
‘Well, you hardly had to beat me into submission with a stick, did you? And we…you were careful.’
‘But accidents happen,’ he added on quietly. ‘I’m not angry about this, Rose, if that’s what you think.’
‘No, you’re resigned,’ she accused in a quivering voice. Resigned enough to ask her to marry him? And if he did would she have the strength to say no?
‘The reason, Rose, I know you haven’t slept with another man, leaving aside the lack-of-opportunity factor, is firstly because it is not in your nature to have casual sex—it is not a mechanical act for you, you make love—and secondly you do not want another man…just me.’
This display of male arrogance drew a dry laugh from her aching throat. ‘Do you know how that sounds?’
‘It sounds true.’
Rose glared up at him. ‘I suppose you think you’ve spoilt me for any other man…that I’ll spend my life comparing all other men to you…’ Well, if he hadn’t thought it before he was in no doubt now—way to go, Rose.
‘You won’t have to. I’ll be right here for you.’ He ran a finger down her cheek and Rose, her skin tingling and her heart aching, jerked away.
‘Of course you will.’
And they both knew why, she thought dully. She had always known this was going to happen when Mathieu found out about the baby.
Which made her prepared…or should have, because he was reacting exactly as she had anticipated. He was doing everything in his power to prevent his child growing up without a father as he had.
And he was obviously willing to do whatever it took to bring that about.
He was even prepared to pretend to love her. A flicker of raw anguish crossed her face at the thought.
The awful part was she was tempted—tempted to take what he was saying at face value and not question it. It would be easy to rationalise, there were a lot of pluses, the baby would be secure and loved…Mathieu would be a great father. She would wear his ring, share his bed, and wait for the day he came home and admitted he had fallen in love for real.
She firmed her jaw and took a deep sustaining breath. Her baby deserved better. A lot better than a mother so pathetically desperate for the love of a man who didn’t return her feelings that she was willing to live a lie.
‘I can’t wait to see you grow even more lusciously lovely carrying our child.’ He ran his hands down her bare arms and she shivered. ‘We will do this thing together, ma belle.’
He knows what you want to hear, she reminded herself, and he’s saying it. She attempted a laugh. It wasn’t her most convincing effort, but it did bring a flash of baffled frustration to his face.
‘How did you even know there was a baby?’ Her brow furrowed. This ought to have been her first question.
‘You mean it was a secret?’
His brows lifted in mock incredulity, but behind the cynical mocking smile that curved his lips Rose saw anger lurking.
‘And here was I thinking I was the only one not in the loop.’ Mathieu was unable to keep the bitterness from his voice.
‘I haven’t told anyone. I’ve barely got used to the idea myself.’ Rose was annoyed to hear the note of apology in her voice.
‘You’ve known long enough, according to your sister, to decide that you don’t want me in your life full stop. I think,’ he mused, ‘that was roughly what she said, give or take the odd assorted insult concerning my birth.’
Rose’s jaw dropped. ‘Rebecca came to see you…but she and Nick are living in New York.’
‘I’ve been in New York for the past couple of months, Rose.’
Rose buried her hands in her face and groaned. ‘Oh, my God, I’ll kill her. She promised me.’
‘She did mention something along those lines, but she felt, and I have to say that under the circumstances she was right, that the situation warranted a little deceit. When exactly did you intend to let me in on your little secret…or did you not plan to?’ His jaw clenched, he struggled to contain his anger. He wasn’t the injured party here, he reminded himself grimly.
‘Look, I would have told you first, but Rebecca is my twin and…she just knew.’ The twin thing was a bit hard to explain to someone who didn’t have firsthand experience. ‘It must have been a bit of a shock.’
‘I didn’t get the news directly from your sister. She was still crossing town when Andreos rang to tell me you were pregnant.’
The moment his words registered, the colour fled her face. ‘Your father?’ Rose, her eyes wide with horror, lifted a hand to her mouth.
He nodded. ‘Rebecca had apparently turned up at his hotel looking for a Demetrios to castigate and got the wrong one…She arrived at the right hotel just as I was leaving to catch the flight here. It’s possible that I might have upset her.’
Rose responded to this admission with a grim smile. ‘Good.’ Why did her twin, who was barely five minutes older than her, think she had the right to interfere in her life as and when she deemed necessary? She slanted a curious look at him and wondered, ‘How did you upset her?’
‘I had a plane to catch and time was running along; your sister is quite fond of the sound of her own voice. So there came a point when I had to bring the conversation to a close.’
‘You’re not saying you threw her out…again?’ Despite everything, Rose’s lips twitched at the mental image.
‘I showed her the door.’ And it had barely closed when Andreos had banged on it. It had felt to him at the time that fate was conspiring to make him miss his flight, though thanks to the skill of a cab driver who gave a new meaning to fearless he had caught it. ‘I was polite…well, fairly polite,’ he amended. ‘It was not easy.’
‘Why?’
‘Your sister kept telling me that I slept with you because I thought you were her…’
‘You did think I was her.’
A spasm of exasperation flickered across his lean face as he framed her face with his big hands and left her little choice but to look at him. ‘Well, that is one thing that you have in common: you are both stupid.’ And the most stupid thing he had done in his life was letting Rose walk out of it. Well, that wasn’t going to happen again.
Before Rose could object to this scathing observation he added, ‘I told your sister that if I had wanted to sleep with her I would have when she offered.’
A minute before Rose had been thinking some pretty unkind things about her sister, but it didn’t stop the reflex to fly to Rebecca’s defence kicking in at the first hint of criticism from someone else.
‘Don’t run away with the idea that Rebecca was behaving normally when she—’ She broke off, shifting uncomfortably in her chair under his sardonic scrutiny.
He arched a dark brow. ‘When she what?’
The flush on Rose’s cheeks deepened as she glared at him resentfully.
‘Propositioned is, I think, the word you are searching for,’ he inserted helpfully. ‘The polite one, anyway. But don’t worry—Rebecca was anxious to put the record straight on the subject. Apparently she couldn’t have been in her right mind at the time because I am not her type.’
Rose stopped short of calling her twin a liar, but she couldn’t prevent the sceptical snort escaping her throat before her teeth clenched. In her opinion Mathieu was every woman’s type.
‘I assured her that this was mutual and the reason I didn’t take what she offered was because I was not and am not attracted to her.’ His lips twitched slightly as he confided, ‘She was not inclined to believe me.’
Neither was Rose. She could not imagine why he would not be attracted to Rebecca. Despite his protests, she knew that Mathieu had been enchanted by Rebecca. All men were.
‘That,’ he mused half to himself, ‘is something you do not share…’
He was running the tip of his forefinger very gently across the curve of her upper lip and it was actually quite hard t
o respond at all, but she managed a husky, ‘What is?’ before her eyes closed, and a deep sigh shuddered through her body.
But pretending that she wasn’t wildly attracted in a fatal moth-to-a-flame sort of way had never been a serious option. And Mathieu knew exactly what effect he had on her. But had he realised yet that she was in love with him?
She gave a fatalistic sigh. If he hadn’t it was only a matter of time.
‘An ego.’
‘What?’ she asked, confused.
‘Your sister appears to think that she is irresistible to men.’
It was news to Rose that she wasn’t.
‘You, on the other hand…’ He shook his head slowly, his voice fading as he continued to study her face with an intensity that bordered on compulsion.
Slowly a smile so incredibly tender that it made her heart skip several beats spread across his face, softening the hard contours and bringing a glowing warmth Rose had never seen before to the mirrored surface of his spectacular eyes.
‘What about me?’ she whispered. It could do no harm to listen if she didn’t lose sight of the fact none of this was true. Mathieu’s objective was laying claim to his child and making sure history did not repeat itself.
‘You, mon coeur,’ he observed with a husky catch in his voice, ‘appear not to have the faintest idea of the effect you have on men.’
It wasn’t the effect she had on men that Rose was concerned about—just one man. As her eyes lingered with a mixture of fascination and longing on the familiar stark purity of a face that would have made a sculptor’s fingers tingle a tiny sigh bubbled past her clenched teeth—he was nothing less than beautiful. The sort of beauty that made a person’s heart ache.
Her hand went to her stomach. Would their baby inherit his stunning looks?
‘Look, you don’t have to say these things.’ She actually didn’t need to be reminded of what she was missing. ‘I’m fine with the fact that Rebecca is the sexy one and, for the record and just to save time, energy and your inventive powers, I wouldn’t dream of trying to cut you out of the baby’s life.’
The corners of his mouth lifted in a smile that left his grey eyes hard. ‘I’d like to see you try.’
Rose flung up her hands and, grabbing hold of the billowing skirt of her gown, stood up. ‘Oh, for pity’s sake, I try to be nice. Offer you an olive branch and what do I get? Bloody-minded macho belligerence. Why does everything always have to be a fight with you?’ she asked wearily.
‘You expect me not to challenge you when you say stupid things?’
‘I mean it,’ she protested as he dragged a frustrated hand through his hair. ‘I’m not trying to cut you out. You can be as much a part of—’
‘Who told you that Rebecca is the sexy one?’
‘I thought you were here because of the baby. You seem more interested in Rebecca.’
‘I am here because of the baby…but mostly I’m here because I can’t…’ He stopped dead and searched her face. ‘My God, you’re jealous.’
‘It’s your fault,’ she wailed. ‘I never have been jealous of Rebecca before and, God knows, I’ve had enough cause. I’ve been fine with it, her being the sexy one.’
‘You’re talking rubbish and you know it.’
Rose’s jaw tightened. ‘What would you know? You’re not a twin. You think because we’re identical, give or take the odd fifteen pounds, that if one is sexy so is the other. Sexiness isn’t just about looks…though it doesn’t do any harm if you are a size eight.’ In another century her curves might have given her the edge, but not in an era when you were judged on the smallness of your jean size.
He heard her out but his impatience was obvious. ‘Have you finished? Is this the end of the lecture? You think I don’t know these things are more than skin-deep?’
Rose swallowed. She had asked for honesty so it wasn’t really logical to feel hurt when she got it.
‘I’m sure your sister is a perfectly nice woman, but even if she put on enough flesh to lose that androgynous look the entire mood of my day would not be changed for the better by hearing her voice.’
Rose’s jaw dropped. ‘But Rebecca has the perfect figure.’
‘No,’ he contradicted firmly, ‘you have the perfect figure.’ His lips lifted into a smile of satisfaction as his eyes slid over her voluptuous curves. ‘But we have a good deal of time to address your body issues.’
‘I don’t have body issues.’ Her protest was automatic but not firm as she read the need in his taut expression. ‘I’m just realistic.’ If only that were true, she thought sombrely. She only had to catch a glimpse of him looking like all her romantic fantasies made flesh, and pretty perfect flesh too, and realism and practicality flew out the window.
He gave an expressive and very Gallic shrug. ‘What reason would I have to lie, Rose? You have already said you will give me what you think I am here to claim.’
‘Are you’re saying you’re not here because of the baby?’ She was unable to keep the quavering note of hurt out of her voice as she added, ‘If that were so, Mathieu, why did you wait ten weeks?’ Ten weeks when she had waited and hoped, then finally faced reality. He wasn’t coming.
‘The baby is part of the reason I came, certainly,’ he agreed quietly. ‘But not the whole.’ He passed a hand across his eyes and sighed, knowing too well how it looked. ‘And I had every intention of following you the very next day, but…’
Her face stiffened as his eyes slid from hers. Clearly he couldn’t look her in the eyes when he lied. ‘Something else came up?’ she suggested.
‘In a manner of speaking, yes, it did. About eight years ago I had an accident.’ His head lifted and he smiled bleakly. ‘An occupational hazard.’
Rose did not smile back. The idea of Mathieu risking his life on a race track was not one that made her feel like smiling. It made her sensitive stomach muscles clench.
‘I came out of it fairly unscathed. Abrasions, a few cracked ribs and—’ he gestured vaguely towards his back ‘—a compression fracture of my thoracic spine.’ He saw her eyes fly wide in alarm and added quickly, ‘It was asymptomatic, no treatment required, it healed, was considered stable, and that was that.’
Rose, her heart thudding with dread, swallowed. ‘And something changed?’
‘I had some pain.’ A man expected pain when he had slammed his fist repeatedly into a stone wall to vent his frustration because he’d let the woman he loved leave without a fight. ‘I didn’t think much of it, then, when I was on the helicopter the next day following you—’
‘You followed me?’ she said wonderingly.
‘I’m stupid enough to let you go, but not that stupid. Of course I followed you, mon coeur. Only problem was by the time I reached Athens I had a slight numbness in my hand.’
She watched, horror spreading over her like an invisible freezing veil as he flexed his right hand.
‘It actually got worse, quite quickly.’ Nothing in his tone hinted at the terror and revulsion he had felt when the healthy body he took for granted had failed him and he had been forced to recognise the possibility it would remain that way. ‘It turned out that the fracture had moved and was compressing some nerves.’
When he had told the doctors he couldn’t have surgery yet because he had things to do they had informed him bluntly that delay could result in the damage being permanent.
‘The best surgeon and rehabilitation was in New York, and I’m a Demetrios,’ he reminded her with a self-disparaging grin. ‘We always have the best.’
‘You were in hospital?’ How could he sound so casual? Rose felt emotionally numb as she struggled to get her head around what he was saying. As she stared she began to notice for the first time details that she had missed in the initial shock of seeing him.
Mathieu had always come across as a man with limitless reserves of energy; his dynamism was one of the things she had first noticed about him. Once she had moved beyond the sinfully sexy body and fallen angel face. The vital
ity he projected was almost combustible and if asked before that moment she would have confidently predicted that his reserves were limitless.
Looking at him now suggested her confidence had been misplaced; if he had been anyone else she would have said he was surviving on caffeine and adrenaline.
Normally immaculately groomed, he looked as if he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days and there were crescent-moon-shaped shadows she had never seen before under his deep-set eyes that emphasised their extraordinary colour and made them look, if it were possible, even more striking
The strong, elegantly sculpted bones of his narrow oval face had acquired a sharper edge, giving his cheekbones a knifelike prominence. Her concern grew as she saw that the skin stretched over the dramatic dips and hollows had a greyish tinge normally associated with extreme exhaustion and stress or illness.
He’d been ill, seriously ill, and she hadn’t been there for him.
‘For a while,’ he agreed, nodding. ‘I was honoured Andreos came to visit, though he spent most of the time telling me that it is my fault that Sacha has accepted a place at the Sorbonne because I broke her heart.’ At least one thing he had done had gone according to plan.
She hardly heard him, her head was buzzing. ‘You were in hospital and I didn’t know? You didn’t tell me?’ Her voice rose a shrill decibel with each disbelieving addition before falling to a husky sob as she added, ‘And you have the nerve to say I mean something to you.’
‘Tell you?’ He pushed a hand through his dark hair. ‘How could I tell you? So the guy does the operation a dozen times a week, it’s a walk in the park for him. There was still no guarantee it would work, I could have been left a cripple.’ His lean face spasmed as his molten-silver gaze raked her face. ‘How could I ask you to take me like that, Rose?’
‘How can you say that? I wouldn’t…how can you think for a second it would make any difference to how I feel?’ she protested furiously.
His chin lifted. ‘I did not want your pity.’
Rose snorted. ‘Pity,’ she echoed. ‘I could kill you for doing that alone.’ A deep sob suddenly welled up from deep inside her and emerged as a shocking whimper of distress. ‘How could you think it would matter to me, Mathieu?’
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