Private Pleasures

She turned around with a smile wreathing her beautiful face and her eyes bright with amusement, but when she saw him, her whole expression changed into one of shock and disbelief.

Their gazes locked. 'Grey?' Her voice cracked.

She clearly wasn't overjoyed to see him. She watched him warily and with an unreserved apprehension that annoyed him. Guests entered and exited the restaurant, but his sole focus remained on the one woman he couldn't forget.

Jade stepped in front of Mariah, her stance fierce and protective. 'Grey, she doesn't want to see you, so I suggest you just leave and not make a scene.'

Irritation propelled him forward, and he slowly wended his way around the people in the waiting area. He caught Mariah's gaze and held it. 'Let me hear that from Mariah.'

Jade's chin jutted out, but before she could respond, Sam came back through the doors. He glanced from Grey to Mariah, took in the scene that looked as though a showdown was about to happen, and said cautiously and with concern, 'Uh, you two know one another?'

'Yes,' Grey said the same time Mariah said, 'No!'

'No?' He lifted a mocking brow, remaining focused on her face. You've already forgotten how intimately we know one another? his eyes asked. You can put me out of your mind so easily when I've spent the past five months in pure misery, wanting no other woman but you?

Eyes wide, she took a hesitant step back, but there was really nowhere for her to escape, considering the exit was behind him. It's over Grey. It's over! her look frantically told him. But it was the undisguised fear in the depths that made him pause. His steps slowed as he neared, and it was then that he realized she looked…different.

Her face was fuller than he remembered, but no less beautiful. His gaze traveled lower, following the collar of her pale pink blouse to the generous swell of breasts at least a size larger than engraved in his memory. The blouse flared slightly at the waist and settled against a rounded belly too firm to be excess fat.

She was undoubtedly pregnant.

The savage pain and jealousy that lanced through him was near unbearable. His heart hurt. His mind reeled. More confusing was the brief thought that he wished the child was his. He swore bluntly.

'If you two will excuse us,' Grey said tightly, glancing from Sam to Jade and giving them a look sure to quell any argument. 'I'd like to talk to Mariah privately for a few minutes.'

Mariah gave Jade a look of sheer desperation, but her sister only said, 'You need to tell him.'

Tell him what? Grey wondered. That she'd found another man willing to give her everything he couldn't?

Sam, taking his cue from Jade, nodded and stepped her way. 'What do you say I buy you a drink?'

Grinning wryly, Jade hooked her arm through the one Sam offered. 'Yeah, I think I could use a peach daiquiri.'

Grey could have used a drink, too, but instead he gave the impatiently waiting hostess a tight smile and asked her to hold Mariah's reservation.

The hostess returned to her post and called another party, leaving Mariah and Grey in the midst of patrons coming and going from the restaurant. The spot wasn't ideal for a private conversation, but at this point Grey wasn't going to be picky, and he didn't think Mariah would agree to someplace secluded.

Mariah nervously dragged her tongue across her bottom lip and shifted uncomfortably. Finally, she spoke. 'How are you?'

'Just dandy,' he drawled sarcastically. 'And you?'

She looked everywhere but at him. 'Fine.'

Despite being torn up inside, he wanted to touch her so badly his fingers tingled. But she wasn't his to touch any longer. No, judging by her condition, she belonged to another man.

That thought put a bitter taste in his mouth. 'I see you didn't waste much time starting a family. Who's the lucky guy? Richard?'

Her gaze jerked back to his. A flash of hurt entered her eyes, then she quickly glanced away again. 'It doesn't matter, Grey,' she said softly.

'It sure as hell does,' he bit out. The hostess looked their way, and he tried keeping his temper, and his voice, at a reasonable level. 'We've been split up for, what, a whole five months now and you've managed to find yourself a new husband-'

'It could have been you, Grey,' she said in response.

His jaw tightened. Silently he admitted that's what galled him the most. The pure, undiluted regret he lived with every day. He hadn't been able to offer her what she wanted, but that selfish, aching part of him didn't want anyone else to have her, either.

'So, you just happened to fall in love with someone else?' That selfish part of him lashed out, wanting to hurt her as much as he hurt. Love, he was quickly learning, wasn't always a pretty emotion. 'That's pretty damned convenient, wouldn't you say?'

Her face flushed and she suddenly looked every bit as furious as he was. And deeper, he saw the hurt. Curiously it gave him little satisfaction.

'I didn't fall in love with anyone else.' Her voice was low and modulated.

He laughed, a mocking sound. 'I guess that just goes to show you that you don't always need love to get married, do you?'

'I'm not married,' she snapped, then gasped in shock at her confession.

He blinked, and like a cold dose of reality, her words seeped through the haze of anger blinding him to all the obvious signs. His gaze narrowed, and he took a closer look at Mariah and the changes in her body. He knew little to nothing about pregnant women, but gut instinct gnawed at him. Apprehension and fear mingled, along with a greater emotion he couldn't put a name to.

She placed a possessive hand on her stomach, her expression reflecting her panic. 'Grey, I have to go,' she said abruptly, and turned toward the bar to retrieve her sister.

Without a thought he grabbed her arm, stalling her. His heart pounded so hard he could hear each drumming pulse in his ears.

She tugged on her arm, but his grasp was strong. 'Let me go.'

'Whose baby is it?' he asked, his voice as tight as the pressure banding his chest.

'Mine,' she said fiercely.

He ground his teeth. 'Dammit, Mariah, who is the father?'

'It's none of your business!'

He leaned close. 'I'm making it my business!'

Tears filled her eyes and her bottom lip trembled. With great effort he resisted the urge to pull her into his arms, comfort her and apologize for his callous behavior.

He wasn't sorry. And he wanted answers. He didn't question why the need was so strong, only knew that he couldn't let her go without knowing the truth.

'Mariah,' he said, his low voice vibrating with warning. 'There are tests to prove paternity.'

Dismay flitted across her face and shimmered in her gaze. 'Why do you care?' she cried.

Because I love you. That's the only explanation his heart and mind would allow, and he didn't fight it. 'Answer me,' he said harshly.

She closed her eyes, and when they opened again he saw, as well as felt, her defeat. 'You, Grey,' she whispered in a choked voice as a single tear trickled down her cheek. 'You're the baby's father.'

Stunned, he let go of her arm and felt himself sway backward. He tried to drag a breath of air into his lungs, but oxygen suddenly seemed in short supply.

You, Grey. You're the baby's father. Her words reached him on some distant plane. He was going to be a dad. He gave his head a shake, and attempted to push aside the terror crashing over him. Oh, God, he couldn't be a dad. He didn't know how to be a dad. What if he failed? What if he was as rotten as his own father had been? The prospect was so frightening, so overwhelming in its capacity, that he felt ill.

Mariah pushed past him and out the door, snapping him out of his dark thoughts. He went after her, catching her halfway down the walkway leading to the parking lot. 'Dammit, Mariah,' he said, standing in front of her and forcing her to stop- 'I'm not done talking to you!'

She lifted that stubborn chin of hers. Sunlight danced in her soft, silky hair and fire flashed in her eyes. 'There's