The Perfect Deal by Mary Campisi

Author:Mary Campisi [Campisi, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942158776
Publisher: Mary Campisi Books, LLC

Chapter 11

When the first month passed with no pregnancy, Rhyder handed her a box of tissues, held her as she dug into chocolate-cherry-chip ice cream, and insisted he could duplicate the moves in Dirty Dancing. He did know how to make her smile even if his words were stuffed in wishful thinking and so-not-happening.

But when month number two passed and there still wasn’t a pregnancy, Roxie tried not to cry, but the tears came anyway. She wanted a baby so much, believed it would happen, and yet it hadn’t. C.C. would tell her that two months was nothing in the scope of baby-making, but to Roxie, who pinned her world on a child, it was an eternity.

But it wasn’t only that… She’d counted on Rhyder and his DNA to impregnate her as soon as possible so she could extricate herself from his bed and his touch. The more she was around him—in and out of bed—the more comfortable she became, the more she looked forward to his ridiculously unfunny jokes, the way his dark eyes glittered behind his glasses when he studied her, the shift of his voice when he spoke to her. Small, seemingly inconsequential actions that when pieced together meant something…at least to her. She liked the way he smiled when she told him something outrageous and totally unbelievable. And those hands? Competent, thorough, so skilled. If she didn’t give up all of this soon, she might not want to and then what? Right, then what? She might or might not get pregnant and they might or might not share a baby. However, she’d started to worry about wanting the man in her life and not just because of his DNA.

That was dangerous. So far past dangerous, and impossible. Idiotic. Rhyder Remington could not own a piece of her life and certainly not a piece of her heart. He already occupied too much of her brain. She never knew quite what he was going to say, absolutely couldn’t pinpoint what he thought, and how he felt? That’s what C.C. called a crapshoot. Should she release him from his commitment? They could try one more month, but after that, she should break it off. Shouldn’t she? Roxie grabbed a blanket and curled up on his bed, tried to make herself believe she could let him go, but deep inside her soul she knew she didn’t want to, knew the pain of loss would be tragic, all-consuming.

Rhyder found her two hours later, buried under the covers, tears streaking her face, body shivering. “Roxie?” He eased onto the edge of the bed, placed a warm hand on her shoulder, and leaned close. “Hey, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

The old Rhyder would have pulled out a surgical mask, gloves, and a bottle of disinfectant. The old Rhyder would not want to get anywhere near a possible illness. And an emotion that involved tears? He would have avoided that one even more. But he didn’t seem afraid or repulsed at finding her in his bed with something that might be the flu, a cold, or heartache.

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