The Billionaire's Marriage Bargain (16 page)

‘No?’ he sneered to hide the fact that her barb had hit home—he had thought of nothing but her for the last five weeks!

‘No!’ she said firmly. ‘Now, if you wouldn’t mind getting out of my way I need to go back downstairs to try to repair some of the damage you did with your heroics earlier—’

‘You would rather I had just left you on the damned floor, is that it?’ he grated impatiently.

‘I believe I told you I would rather you just stayed away from me altogether!’ she snapped. ‘Go and find Caroline—I’m sure she will be more than happy to see you!’

‘Caroline…?’ Dominick frowned. ‘What the hell does Caroline have to do with anything?’

‘You came with her, didn’t you?’ Kenzie reminded him, with a scowl.

‘She came with me,’ Dominick corrected. ‘She telephoned me earlier today and asked if she could.’

‘Really?’

‘Yes—really!’ he confirmed in frustration as he ran a hand through the dark thickness of his hair.

‘And you were only too pleased to say yes!’ Kenzie accused.

‘No, I—’ he broke off impatiently. ‘What the hell does it matter to you who I came here with, Kenzie?’

Yes, why did it matter to her? Kenzie asked herself.

Seeing Dominick again, and talking to him, had shown her that her feelings for him weren’t dead, after all. They were only hidden in the dark recesses of her heart where they couldn’t hurt her any more. Where Dominick couldn’t hurt her any more.

Over the past few weeks, she had channelled all her emotions into remembering the anger and disappointment she had felt for Dominick when they had parted, but all that had changed when she had seen him arrive here this evening with Caroline Carlton…

She had been jealous of that other woman clinging so intimately to his arm!

Caroline Carlton, of all women.

A woman she had never liked. A woman she would never like now.

But it was still jealousy. After all that had happened, after all the pain they had deliberately inflicted on each other, she still loved Dominick, and that was why it mattered to her that he had come with someone else.

‘It doesn’t,’ she lied. ‘I just thought you might have had better taste, that’s all.’

Dominick glowered at her. ‘I am not, nor have I ever been, involved with Caroline Carlton—’

‘I told you, it’s of no interest to me if you are!’

‘It doesn’t sound that way to me!’

‘I don’t care how it sounds to you—’ She broke off as a knock sounded on the outer door.

‘That will be the doctor now,’ Dominick growled. ‘At least let him examine you now he’s here.’

She could do that, yes, Kenzie conceded, dropping weakly back against the pillows as Dominick left the bedroom to go through to the sitting room to answer the door. She felt as drained by the argument they had just had as much as by her faint earlier.

Mainly because, in all honesty, she still felt extremely light-headed, and it would only have been sheer stubbornness on her part that would have got her on her feet and back downstairs.

But she was pretty sure the doctor was going to tell her that it was tension and lack of food today that had caused her to faint, so there really was no reason for Dominick to look quite so grim as the doctor came into the room and began to ask her questions.

‘Dominick, would you mind going into the other room?’ she requested coolly as the doctor expressed his wish for a more thorough examination.

Yes, he did mind, damn it, Dominick acknowledged with a scowl.

Kenzie could have no idea of his shock earlier, and his feelings of concern when Caroline Carlton had come running out of the powder room to tell him Kenzie had collapsed.

Nor had Kenzie seen the gentleness with which Dominick had gathered her up in his arms, harshly brushing away Jerome Carlton’s questions when he had emerged into the crowded reception room seconds later with Kenzie still cradled against him. She hadn’t seen him stride forcefully towards the lift while he barked an order at the flustered hotel manager to call a doctor and have him sent up to his suite as soon as he arrived.

She had looked so pale when Dominick had carried her along the corridor to his hotel room, her long dark hair trailing over his arm adding to that air of fragility. Kenzie had seemed to weigh nothing in his arms despite her tall stature.

So, yes, he did mind leaving the room because he wanted to know what the hell was wrong with her!

‘I think it might be as well if your husband stayed, Mrs Masters,’ the doctor told her with a smile. He was a short iron-grey-haired man who was obviously slightly in awe of Dominick glowering across the room at him.

Kenzie’s face regained some of its colour. ‘He’s not—’

‘I’ll go and stand by the other window if it makes you more comfortable, Kenzie,’ Dominick cut in on what he knew was going to be her protest at having him called her husband let alone finding herself addressed as Mrs Masters.

But that was exactly what she still was, he brooded as he moved to the other end of the bedroom, totally deaf to the murmur of Kenzie and the doctor’s voices.

Kenzie was Mrs Masters whether she liked it or not. His wife. As he was still her husband.

He had taken the divorce papers out of his desk drawer a dozen times over the last five weeks, not with the intention of signing and returning them, but as a way of reminding himself that, no matter how much he might have changed, Kenzie no longer wanted anything more to do with him.

He was vaguely aware now of Kenzie going into the bathroom, then returning a couple of minutes later, and the low whisper of voices as the doctor spoke to her again.

‘Well, I believe that’s perfectly in order,’ the doctor said as he straightened and turned to include Dominick in his smile. ‘Nothing to worry about at all, Mr Masters—’

‘Kenzie collapsed, so of course I’m worried,’ Dominic snapped.

‘Your wife only fainted, Mr Masters,’ the doctor assured him as he packed his things away in his bag. ‘It’s perfectly common at this stage of things, I do promise you. Of course, Mrs Masters will need to see her own doctor as soon as possible, and if these fainting spells continue I’m sure he will be—’

‘What-is-wrong-with-her?’ Dominick interrupted tautly, his patience having been tested beyond endurance.

‘I believe congratulations are in order,’ the older man beamed. ‘Your wife is in the early stages of pregnancy.’

Pregnant…?

Kenzie was pregnant!

‘I have the distinct feeling,’ Dominick murmured as he returned to the bedroom after seeing the doctor out and found Kenzie glaring at him from across the room, ‘that if I were to even dare to question the paternity of your baby at this moment I might end up with more than I bargained for!’

‘Your feeling is correct!’ Kenzie bit out between gritted teeth, not even close to coming to terms with her pregnancy.

It hadn’t even occurred to her—

She hadn’t thought—

She was expecting the baby she had so longed for six months ago!

Dominick’s baby…

That realization was enough to take her breath away. In fact, she was surprised she hadn’t fainted all over again when the doctor had announced his prognosis.

Pregnant.

But not, as she had always dreamt, within the confines of a close and happy marriage. She and her baby’s father didn’t even live together any more, and would be divorced as soon as possible after Dominick signed the papers.

She really was pregnant. With Dominick’s baby. And while it was something he didn’t want or need, Kenzie knew that she would love this baby enough for both of them.

‘I have no idea what you’re thinking now, Kenzie,’ Dominick said gruffly as he watched the emotions flickering across her face. ‘Although I could take a pretty fair guess!’ he added ruefully. ‘But whatever it is, I think we should hold off discussing—any of this, until after you’ve had something to eat.’

Inwardly Dominick wasn’t quite as calm. In fact, he had no idea what he was.

Kenzie was pregnant!

With his baby?

Or was it Carlton’s?

His heart constricted at that thought. ‘I’ll go through to the other room and order you some food while you put a call through to your parents—’

‘It’s far too early to tell them of the pregnancy yet,’ Kenzie instantly protested. She hadn’t got used to the idea herself yet, let alone sharing it with the rest of her family.

Dominick grimaced. ‘I wasn’t suggesting that you tell your family about the pregnancy,’ he assured dryly. ‘After your collapse earlier, and all those snap-happy reporters downstairs as I carried you up here, your parents may find some of the headlines in tomorrow’s newspapers a little—disturbing. It may be as well if you were to call them before that happens to let them know that you’re okay.’

Kenzie stared at him for several long seconds, surprised that he had even considered how her parents might feel.

‘Okay,’ she finally agreed quietly, feeling wary of Dominick in this mood.

Where was the Dominick she knew who wouldn’t have hesitated to make accusations and recriminations?

Maybe it was just that he was as stunned as she was.

‘Is a club sandwich okay or would you prefer something more substantial?’ he enquired with that same calm she was finding so disturbing.

‘A club sandwich will be fine,’ she answered slowly.

‘With coffee or juice? I really have no idea whether pregnant women are supposed to drink coffee or not.’ He grimaced.

‘Juice will be fine,’ Kenzie murmured, still eyeing him with unease.

He nodded. ‘I shouldn’t be long. If you would like to call your parents…?’ he reminded her before disappearing into the adjoining sitting room.

Kenzie stood rooted to the spot for several seconds after Dominick had left, still puzzled by his behaviour.

Five months ago, even five weeks ago, she would have had no doubts as to his reaction on learning she was pregnant, and would have known exactly how he felt about the prospect of fatherhood. Now she had no idea what he was thinking or feeling.

But that was probably because he didn’t know whether the baby was his or not, she instantly reasoned. Why should he? The two of them had made love once in the last five and a half months, whereas he thought she and Jerome were virtually living together.

That had to be the answer to his odd behaviour; Dominick wasn’t sure whose baby she was expecting.

Whereas she knew it couldn’t be anyone else’s but his!

Which put her in a precarious position. Did she tell Dominick the baby was his? Or did she let him go on thinking she might be pregnant by another man?

Whichever she decided to do, one thing she was sure of: Dominick wouldn’t want this baby to be his!

As Dominick put through the order for Kenzie’s food, his mind was whirring with questions.

He and Kenzie had made love five weeks ago, so depending on how pregnant Kenzie was, it could be his baby.

How did he feel about that?

He had no idea how he felt about the baby itself, and couldn’t even begin to quantify or rationalize emotions about something so far beyond his comprehension, but the thought of Kenzie being pregnant with his child was something else entirely…

If it was his baby—and it was a big if, he acknowledged grimly—then he wanted to be there for her, by his physical presence and support, financially, or in any way she would let him be there for her.

The question was, would she want him to be there for any of those things…?

‘Are your parents okay?’ he queried evenly, returning to the bedroom to find Kenzie sitting on the side of the bed beside the telephone.

She turned to him blankly, having been lost in thought. ‘Fine,’ she dismissed quickly as she stood up.

Get a grip, Kenzie, she told herself firmly; there would be plenty of time to think of the enormity of what was happening to her once she was alone later tonight.

‘How is your father now?’ Dominick asked lightly.

‘Much better,’ she answered a little impatiently. ‘Dominick, if you want to start hurling out those accusations now, it’s okay. I’m feeling less—stunned, than I was a few minutes ago,’ she assured him wryly.

‘I don’t—’ He shook his head, his face slightly pale beneath his tan. ‘I have no idea what to say,’ he finally acknowledged.

He knew that whatever he said in the next few minutes it was sure to be wrong!

‘That has to be a first,’ Kenzie murmured ruefully.

He shrugged. ‘All of this is a first for me.’

‘But you do want to know whether or not the baby is yours?’ Kenzie questioned.

Did he?

He wasn’t sure what he wanted. If Kenzie told him the baby definitely wasn’t his, then there would be no going back from that. Carlton was sure to want his baby, as well as Kenzie, and Dominick would have lost her for ever.

Whatever else their time together five weeks ago, and seeing her this evening had shown him, it was that he could no longer stand the thought of losing her. He couldn’t bear the thought of never being able to hold her, to talk to her, to laugh with her, ever again!