All at once his gaze noted her night attire, and the air stilled. His eyes burned into her, making her heart skip a beat. She waited for him to get to his feet and pull her into his arms.
Only, he seemed to withdraw. “I think I’ll use a spare room tonight. You need your sleep.”
Disappointment filled her. “I won’t be able to sleep without you,” she said, putting herself on the line … putting her heart on the line and hoping he didn’t notice.
The light of passion flared in his eyes again but was banked as he stood up and held out his hand. “Fine. We sleep, and that’s all.”
Her heart expanded at his thoughtfulness. He wanted her yet was prepared to put her needs first. Or what he thought she needed.
Happy to just be able to share his bed, she put her hand in his and together they went up the stairs. He made no attempt to make love to her, but he held her in his arms until she fell asleep. And she found that was just as welcome as making love.
She was home.
And she was where she wanted to be.
Chapter Ten
Cesare phoned the next morning to see how Porter was doing and Nick put the phone on loudspeaker so both he and Sasha could talk while they were getting dressed.
“Dad, it wasn’t a heart attack.” Nick went on to explain.
“Grazie a Dio!” Cesare said with relief.
“We’ve just called the hospital and he’s already been released,” Nick continued. “Sally will look after him. I’m sure she’ll make him take things easy.”
“Yes, she’s a good woman.” Cesare paused. “Sasha, your father’s a good man. He gives so much of himself to everyone. It would be a great loss if anything had happened to him. He’s the consummate businessman.”
Sasha wanted to choke. If only Cesare knew.…
“Thank you, Cesare,” she managed. “That’s kind of you to say.”
Cesare ended the call after that and Nick kissed her good-bye, but as he drew back he hesitated. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get out of the harbor cruise tomorrow? Alex or Matt can step in.”
Tomorrow was Wednesday.
Only two more days until Friday.
The thought of having to force her father’s hand pressed down on her. She felt sick at heart over him cheating the Valentes out of money.
She schooled her features. “No. I’ll be fine.”
Nick held her gaze a moment more. “Okay. See you tonight.”
“Yes,” she said, putting on a brave face.
As soon as he left, she finished dressing. She would go see her parents. Now that she knew her father hadn’t had a heart attack, he had to rectify the situation soon. She couldn’t go on like this.
No one answered the front door when she rang the bell, despite her father’s favorite music coming from inside the house. Then she realized it was coming from the back patio, so she went around the side and opened the gate.
To her shock, she found her father sitting on the lounger in the back garden, smoking a cigar and drinking whiskey. He looked like a man who was celebrating life.
Or something else?
Suddenly it hit her.
“Oh my God,” she accused, seeing him jump with fright as she strode toward him. “You didn’t have a suspected heart attack at all. You made it up.”
The blood siphoned from his face, then he turned red. “Don’t be stupid, child. Of course I didn’t make it up.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He stabbed out his cigar. “You think I’d put myself through all those medical procedures, not to mention worrying you and your mother, for the fun of it?”
“Yes! You were desperate. And you didn’t give a damn about me or Mum.” Sasha swung around when she heard her mother come out on the patio behind her. “Mum, I can’t believe you were a part of this.”
Sally’s eyes widened in alarm. “Wh-what?”
“Leave your mother out of this. She didn’t know.”
Sasha gasped. “So it’s true.”
“Know what?” Sally said, looking from one to the other.
“That Dad faked his heart attack so I wouldn’t tell the Valentes about his falsifying records.”
“No!”
“He thought I’d feel guilty enough to overlook the fact that it wasn’t actually a heart attack. No doubt he planned on milking it for all it was worth.”
“Porter?” Sally whispered.
“Sally, don’t look at me like that. I was only thinking of you. What will happen to you if I go to jail?”
“How magnanimous of you, Dad,” Sasha snapped.
“Mind your own business, Sasha,” he growled.
She stared hard at him. “You don’t regret what you did at all.”
“Of course I do.”
She knew he didn’t. He only regretted getting caught.
“Dad, unless you tell me here and now that you’re going to make things right and pay back the money, I’m going to tell Nick what you’ve done.”
He turned white. “You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
“But I’m your father.”
“Emotional blackmail doesn’t work on me anymore.” She pulled back her shoulders. “Now tell me that you’ll make things right, or I go tell Nick right this minute what you’ve done.”
He blanched. “Okay, okay. I’ll pay it back, but it might take me a couple of days.”
“You’ve got until Friday.” She turned and walked away, her heart so heavy she was surprised she could walk at all. She’d never had much love or respect for her father but she had even less now.
Of course, she wasn’t fool enough to trust him. And how the heck was she going to believe him on Friday anyway?
Yet there was a bigger picture here.
How was she going to look Nick in the eyes for the rest of her life and pretend this wasn’t between them?
Sasha could feel Nick looking at her throughout dinner but she couldn’t seem to lift her spirits. A black cloud hung over her head. It was only a matter of time before it all poured down on her.
After they’d eaten and moved into the living room, she still couldn’t relax. She couldn’t get interested in the unfolding legal drama on television. She had enough legal drama of her own right now.
And she was terrified her mother would call and put pressure on her to give her father more time, or to beg her to change her mind. She didn’t want the stress of even talking to her mother right now and certainly not in front of Nick.