Chapter 29

His eyes narrowed, then dropped lower, until he was staring at her stomach, although the pregnancy wasn’t visible yet, and she felt the force of his shock, the reverberation of his confusion. It slammed into the room, slammed against her, and if she weren’t so consumed with her own feelings she might almost have felt sympathy for him.

“Yes.” She answered the unspoken question, her voice slightly shaky as she repeated her words. “I’m pregnant.”

He was silent for no more than a split-second. “Congratulations,” he said evenly. “Who’s the lucky man?”

Sasha stared at him. “Excuse me?”

“The father,” he explained. “Of your child.”

Sasha shook her head in disbelief and the French plait in her hair felt as heavy as lead as it snaked down her spine. Even in her very worst nightmares she could never have dreamed that he would be so insensitive. “Why, you are—of course.” she said. “You are the father,”

His eyes swept shut, almost as if he could wipe this meet