"Yes, I suppose... In any case, our relationship is finished. completely.’ Lucette lowered her gaze to her glass of water.‘It didn’t end well.’"If you’re thinking of keeping the baby, he should still know," Juliet pointed out.Lucette couldn’t keep herself from wincing. How on earth could she tell Ariston now? Considering what she’d said to him the last time they’d been together, he might not even believe the baby was his."I can’t think about all this just yet," she said. It’s too much. I have time.’"If you’re not going to keep it," Juliet replied warningly, "the sooner you decide, the better. For your own sake.’'Yes'...She reasoned that termination might appear to be the obvious solution.And yet the most fundamental part of herself resisted the possibility, shrank away from it in horror.She hadn’t expected that. She hadn’t expected pregnancy to awaken anything in her but dread and fear. And yet she couldn’t deny the faint stirrings of hope, as ephemeral as a will-o’-the-wisp
Someone’s here to see you sir.’Ariston glanced up from his laptop at his assistant Chantel, who stood in the doorway of his office on the Linard estate. He’d been going over some figures for a new deal with a large North American restaurant chain, and it took a few seconds for Chantel’s words to penetrate.‘Someone? Who is it, Chantel?’‘A woman. She wouldn’t give her name, but she said it was urgent.’Ariston frowned. His office was on the family compound in central Greece—the middle of nowhere, as Lucette had so acerbically reminded him. He didn’t get any unexpected visitors to his office here, ever.Well, why on earth wouldn’t she give her name?’ He asked as he pushed back from his chair.I don’t know. But she’s well-dressed and well-spoken. I thought perhaps ’Chantel trailed off, blushing, and Ariston took her meaning. She’d thought this woman might be one of his lovers. Only he hadn’t taken a lover in months—not since he’d last seen Lucette .And he very much doubted Lucett
She winced at that. ‘Clearly you don’t have a very high opinion of me.’‘And you think I should?’‘No.’ She let out a little defeated sigh. ‘No, I don’t.’So why didn’t you do either of those things, Lucette ?’It was the first time he’d said her name since he’d seen her again, and it caused him a sudden, surprising flash of pain. He clenched his hands into fists, then deliberately flattened them out, resting them again on his desk.She replied with a bit of her old spirit, "Because I am not, no matter what you think, completely without morals." ‘I want my child, and I want my child to know its father.’ She took a deep breath. And more than that, I want my child to have a loving, stable home. A home where it knows it’s safe, where its parents are loving and protecting it. always. "Her dark brown eyes seemed to glow with an inner fire, an utter conviction.'And how do you think that will work,' Ariston asked after a brief pause?"That’s the other thing I want," Lucette said, still h
Lucette risked a look up, wondering if he’d taken her meaning. Ariston was silent.He asked, his voice toneless, ‘that you are giving me permission to violate my marriage vows?’"It would be a marriage of convenience.""But still a marriage."I’m trying to make this more amenable to you.To sweeten the deal? He cut across her, his voice hard. ‘It still tastes rancid to me.’"Please, Ariston ..." She swallowed, hating the fact that she had to beg.Maybe he was right. Perhaps she should go back to Paris and raise the baby on her own. Ariston could be the sort of weekend father he claimed he didn’t want to be. Plenty of couples have done it—why not them?Because she was afraid of going it alone. because she wanted more for her child. She'd had so much more."You ask so nicely," Ariston said, his eyes glittering now.He was furious with her, even after so many months apart. She wondered if his anger could ever be appeased. Perhaps if she told him the truth...if only he would believe it
Lucette had thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, but she was so tired that she’d fallen into a deep and thankfully dreamless sleep the moment her head had hit the pillow, after Ariston ’s housekeeper had shown her to her room.When she awoke, it was dark and the room was chilly. The curtains were open to the night sky. Lucette rolled over in bed, feeling disorientated and muzzy-headed, as if she were suffering from jet lag or a hangover, or both. She heard a knock on the door, an urgent rat-a-tat-tat that made her think it was not the first knock.She rose from the bed, pushing her hair out of her face, and went to answer the door.The housekeeper, Maria, stood there with a tray of food. The salad, bread, and lentil soup looked and smelled delicious, but Lucette ’s stomach roiled all the same. She didn’t think she could manage a mouthful."Efharisto," she murmured, and reached out to take the tray.But Maria would have none of it. She shook her head and bustled into the room, sett
Lucette took a deep breath and let it out evenly. ‘First, we drive to Athens this afternoon and you undergo a paternity test.’It was no more than she’d expected, although the fact that he believed the baby might not be his still stung. This, at least, was easy to comply with. "Very well."Second, you resign from your job immediately and come and live with me here in Greece.’So he wanted complete control of her and their child? She couldn’t say she was really surprised. ‘Fine.’Third, you agree to have a local doctor of my choosing provide you with medical care.’Her temper finally started to fray. ‘I think I’m capable of finding my own doctor, Ariston .’‘Are you?’ He arched an eyebrow, coldly sceptical. "Because you came here looking dreadful.""Thanks very much, but my looks have nothing to do with my medical care or lack of it," Lucette snapped.How much of this was she supposed to take? Maybe, she thought with a surge of reckless fury, the answer was none of it. She’d come to
"I’m glad we’ve come to an agreement," Ariston answered, inclining his head. "We’ll leave for Athens this afternoon.""I will have to return to France at some point," Lucette warned him. ‘I have to give notice and deal with my apartment.’She swallowed, the realisation of all she was leaving behind hitting her with sudden force, making her breathless. The career she was so proud of. The friends she’d made The home she’d created for herself—her sanctuary and haven, the only place she felt she could be herself. All of it is gone.But it’s worth it. It has to be worth it."When you are fit to travel," Ariston said, his tone implying that he would be the one to make the decision. "You may return to France and deal with your job and apartment."His imperious tone, as if he were giving her permission, grated on Lucette ’s already raw nerves. "Who do you think you are," she demanded, "to order me about in such a way? I chose to come here, Ariston —’I’ll tell you who I am,’ Ariston cut a
Lucette had never been to Ariston ’s city home before. Now she walked around the elegant rooms that took up the top floor of a nineteenth-century townhouse. The living room and dining room had been knocked together to create a large open space scattered with black and white leather sofas and tables of chrome and glass.A huge canvas of wavy green lines and white splotches was the only colour in the whole room. She stood in front of it, wondering if this was the kind of modern art Ariston liked. It had probably cost a fortune, and it looked as if it had been painted by a five-year-old."A masterpiece made by my nephew Timon," he said, as he came to stand beside her.‘I didn’t know you had a nephew.’There was, she realised, so much she didn’t know about him. She knew what he liked in bed, and what kind of food he liked to order in, and that he preferred classical music to jazz. She knew he shaved with an old-fashioned straight razor and that the only cologne he wore was a splash of c