Chapter 68

He turned away in an abrupt negation of her words. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re having my baby; I told you, I’m going to be involved every step of the way.”

The fear rose up even stronger. “Just as long as we’re on opposite sides of the city, you mean.”

He turned again, his mouth a thin line of displeasure. “What are you talking about, Sara? I don’t have time for this.”

“Well, neither do I.” Sara could feel tears sting her eyes. All she did want right then, despite the evidence of his lack of desire, was for Simon to stop this autocratic confusing behavior, walk over and pull her into his arms, to tip her face up to his and kiss her deeply and soundly until she didn’t have to think any more—and certainly until she didn’t have to think about becoming a rich man’s broodmare, relegated to the sidelines. However lonely things had got with Bruce, at least there had been the pretense of some kind of union, togetherness.

And yet she knew she didn’t want that, either