“You’re different, you know.”

Piers looked up in surprise. “What are you talking about?”

“You seem more settled…more content even. I noticed it in your eyes when we were here for the wedding.”

“As opposed to what?” he asked mockingly.

“As opposed to the way you’ve existed ever since Joanna screwed you over and left with Eric.”

Piers flinched. No one ever mentioned Eric to his face. He was sure his family probably said a lot behind his back, but never when he was around. The pain was still too fresh.

“Don’t ruin your chance at happiness, Piers. This is your chance to have it all.”

“Or lose it all again. Maybe I already have.”

“What do you mean?”

Piers took another gulp of the coffee and put the cup aside.

“She was going to leave me in the morning. Her bags were already packed when I found her on the floor in terrible pain.”

“Want to talk about it?” Theron asked carefully. “I’ve been accused of being dense once or twice by a certain woman in my life.”

“You seem so sure it’s me who is the problem,” Piers said dryly.

“You’re a man, and men are always in the wrong. Haven’t you learned anything yet?”

The corner of Piers’s mouth lifted in a smile. Then he sobered. “I was an ass.”

“Yes, well, it won’t be the last time. It seems an inherent part of our genetic makeup.”

“A male friend of hers showed up yesterday to come to her rescue. I didn’t take it very well.”

“No one can blame you for that. It’s part of being territorial.”

Piers snorted. “Next you’ll be telling me that we’re all cavemen stomping around and marking our territory like dogs.”

“Quite an image you’ve conjured there, little brother. I imagine that’s precisely what we do, just not in the literal sense.”

Theron glanced sideways at Piers.

“So she was going to leave you because you didn’t appreciate her male friend showing up?”

“I might have accused him of fathering her child and the two of them of running a scam to extort money from me.”

Theron winced. “Damn, when you decide to pull off the gloves, you go for the full monty.”

“As I said, I was an ass. I was angry. I told her that I wouldn’t grant her a divorce, and she told me to take my settlement and go to hell.”

“Doesn’t sound much like a woman after your money does it?”

He’d thought the same thing himself.

“I want to trust her, Theron.”

“And that frightens you.”

And there it was in a nutshell. Funny how his brother cut so quickly to the heart of the matter. Yes, he wanted to trust her, but he was afraid, and it infuriated him.

“I don’t want to ever allow a woman that much power over me again.”

Theron sighed and put his hand on Piers’s shoulder. “I understand, really I do. But you can’t shut yourself away from the world for the rest of your life just because you got hurt once.”

“Hurt?” Piers made a derisive sound. “I wish it was only hurt. She took from me what I loved most in the world. Somehow that goes beyond simple hurt.”

“Still, as cliché as it sounds, life goes on. I want you to be happy, Piers. Chrysander and I worry about you. You can’t go on traveling from one hotel to another your entire life. At some point you need to settle down and start a family. Jewel has given you that opportunity. Perhaps you should make the most of it. Give her a chance.”

“Mr. Anetakis.”

Both men yanked their heads up as a nurse appeared in the waiting room.

“Mrs. Anetakis is out of surgery. You can visit her in recovery for a moment if you like.”

Piers shot up and hurried over to the nurse. “Is she all right? The baby?”

The nurse smiled. “Mother and baby are fine. The surgery went well. The doctor will stop in to talk to you in recovery before she’s taken to a room. She’s going to be very groggy, but you can talk to her for a moment if you like.”

“I’ll wait here,” Theron said. “You go ahead.”

“Thank you,” Piers said sincerely. Then he turned to follow the nurse to see Jewel.

Thirteen

H er pain was different. It wasn’t as agonizingly sharp as before. Instead it had settled to a dull ache, not as deep as it had been, but on the surface. Jewel tried to shift and gasped when it felt as though her belly had been ripped in two.

“Careful, yineka mou. You mustn’t try to move. Tell me what it is you need, and I will help you.”

Piers. She opened her eyes, squinting as the light speared her eyeballs. She quickly shut them again and cautiously opened them a slit as she tried to bring him into focus.

And then she remembered.

“The baby,” she whispered. She reached her hands out in panic, feeling for her belly then gasping as more pain crashed through her system.

Piers took her hands and pulled them gently away from her belly.

“The baby is fine, as are you. See?” He carefully levered one of her hands to the swell of her belly but wouldn’t allow her to exert any pressure.

She looked down at the unfamiliar feel of bulky bandages, but the swell was still evident. Tears flooded her eyes as her insides caved in relief.

“I was so afraid. I can’t lose her, Piers. She’s everything to me.”

He cupped her cheek and rubbed his thumb over the damp trail underneath her eye. “Your surgery was a success. The doctor says the baby is doing well. They’ve been monitoring you for contractions.” He gestured toward a machine at the side of her bed. “See? You can see and hear her heartbeat.”

She turned her head and tuned into the soft whop whop whop sound that echoed in the still room.

“It’s really her?”

Piers smiled. “Yes, our daughter is making her presence known.”

She caught her breath as suddenly she remembered the scene just before they’d taken her to surgery. At first she thought surely she’d imagined it, but no, here again he was staking his claim. Why had he changed his mind?

“Thank you for getting me here so quickly,” she said in a low voice. “I was so afraid I wouldn’t be able to get to you.”

He sobered as he gazed intently at her, his dark eyes seeming to absorb her. “You wouldn’t have suffered for as long as you did if I had been there with you. From now on, you’ll sleep in my room in my bed so if anything like this happens again, I’ll know immediately. I don’t like to think what could have happened if I hadn’t heard you call out.”

She processed his statement, blinking the cloudiness from her mind. Everything was so fuzzy, and he confused her more than ever. It was as if their argument had never happened, as though he hadn’t accused her of trying to pawn off another man’s child on him.

“There will be plenty of time to talk later,” he chided gently. “You’re worn out and in pain. You need rest. I’ll be here when you wake up. You can ask the questions I see burning in your eyes then.”

She shook her head and winced when the movement caused a ripple of pain through her belly. “No, I have to know now. You said—implied—some terrible things, Piers. I won’t stay with a man who thinks so little of me, not even for my daughter. Kirk is willing to help me get back on my feet. I should have called him in the first place.”

“But you didn’t,” he said mildly. “You called me, as you should have. I think it best if we leave Kirk out of the equation.”

She started to protest but he held a finger over her lips.

“Shhh, don’t upset yourself. I owe you an apology, yineka mou. I’m sure it won’t be the last I ever have to offer you. I would appreciate your patience with me. I’m not an easy man. I realize this. I should not have implied what I did. From this day forward, we go on as a family. You’re having my child. We owe it to her to be a solid parental unit, not one where I continually upset you and cause you such stress. If you’ll give me another chance, I’ll prove to you that our marriage will work.”

She stared at him in absolute stupefaction. His sincerity was etched on his face. His eyes burned with it. There was no arrogance to his voice, just simple regret.

Something inside her chest, perilously close to her heart, unfurled and loosened. Forgotten for a brief moment was the pain that throbbed in her abdomen and the fuzziness caused by the pain medication. Warmth, blessed and sweet, hummed through her veins. Hope. It had been so long since she’d felt such a thing that she hadn’t identified it at first. For the first time, she had hope.

He drew her hand to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss inside her palm. “Do you forgive me? Will you give me another chance to make things right?”

“Yes, of course,” she whispered, her voice so shaky that her words came out in barely a croak.

“And you’ll stay? There’ll be no more talk of leaving?”

She shook her head, too choked to say anything more.

“You won’t regret it, yineka mou,” he said gravely. “We can make this work. We can do this.”

She smiled and then grimaced as pain radiated from the center of her body. Piers leaned forward, directing her attention to the small device lying beside her on the bed. He picked it up and pressed it into her palm.

“This is for pain. You press the button here, and it injects a small amount of medication into your IV. You can press it every ten minutes if you have the need.”

He depressed the button himself, and a split second later, she felt the slight burn as it entered her vein. The relief was almost instantaneous.

“Thank you.”

“I will take care of you and our baby,” he said solemnly. “I don’t want you to worry about a thing except to get better.”

She smiled up at him, her eyelids fluttering sleepily.

“Tired,” she said in a half murmur.

“Then sleep. I’ll be right here.”

She turned toward his voice, and when he started to move his hand from hers, she curled her fingers around his, keeping them laced. He relaxed and tightened his grip on her hand.

“When am I getting outta here?” she mumbled as she fought the veil of sleep.

He chuckled lightly. “There’s no hurry. You’ll leave when the doctor feels it’s safe for you to do so. In the meantime enjoy everyone fussing over you.”

“Just you,” she muttered just before she surrendered to the dark.

“Are you sure everything is prepared?” Piers said into his mobile phone as he entered Jewel’s room.

Jewel looked up and smiled and Piers held up one finger to signal he would be finished shortly.

“Good. Very good. I owe you one, and I have no doubt that you’ll collect.”

He snapped his phone shut and hastened to Jewel’s side. He bent down and brushed his lips across hers in greeting.

“How are my girls today?”

“Your daughter is very active, which is a blessing and a curse.”

Piers gave her a sympathetic look. “Do her movements aggravate your incision?”

She grimaced. “I think she’s playing target practice. She’s has uncanny accuracy for kicking that precise spot.”

“I’m sorry. I know it must be painful for you.”

“The alternative doesn’t bear thinking about, so I’m grateful for her movements.”

“Has the doctor been by to see you yet?”

“He came by while you were out. He said if all goes well today and I have no further contractions, that I can be released tomorrow. I’m to be on strict bed rest for a week and then I can get up and around as long as I don’t overdo it.”

“And I will see to it that you obey his instructions to the letter.”

She was careful not to laugh, but she grinned in amusement. “Why do I get the feeling you’re going to enjoy my convalescence?”

He gave her an innocent look. “Why would you think such a thing?”

“Because you’re a man used to bossing people around and having them obey you implicitly,” she said darkly.

“You say this as if it was a bad thing.”

This time she did chuckle and promptly groaned when her belly protested. Piers gave her a disapproving frown, and she rolled her eyes.

The past several days had been good considering she was stuck in a hospital bed. After the first day, the nurse had come in to help her get up, and Jewel had spent fifteen minutes trying to argue that there was no need for her to get up when every movement nearly split her in two. It was the threat of a catheter that finally gave her the motivation to endure sitting up and standing.

Piers had been wonderful. The brooding man who’d so insolently told her there would be no divorce had seemingly disappeared, and was replaced by someone who saw to her every need. She had to admit that he was trying very hard to put their past disagreements behind them.

A light knock sounded at the door, and to her surprise, Piers’s brothers and their wives crowded into her room. She must have looked as mortified as she felt because Piers squeezed her hand.

“Don’t worry, yineka mou. You look beautiful. They won’t stay long enough to tire you. I’ll see to it.”

He was lying through his teeth, but she loved him for it.

The thought hit her between the eyes and was more painful than the stapled incision in her belly. Love? Dear God, she’d fallen in love with him.

She tried to smile, but what she wanted to do was crawl into a deep, dark hole. How could she have allowed herself to fall in love with him—with any man? Apparently she hadn’t had enough hurt in her life. No, she obviously wanted to pile on more pain and disappointment.