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
‘It’s a bit uncomfortable,’ the doctor said, ‘but I promise you it’s not hurting anyone.’Ariston didn’t look convinced, and Lucette said quietly, ‘I’m all right, Ariston .’‘There we are,’ Dr Tallos announced, and they all turned to look at the fuzzy shape on the screen.Lucette blinked, trying to connect what looked like nothing more than a few blobby circles into a shape that resembled a baby.Then Dr Tallos started pointing things out on the screen. ‘There’s the head, and the stomach, and you can see fingers and toes—look.’And almost as if by magic Lucette could see it: the curled up bud of her baby unfurling as he—or she—stretched out arms, kicked tiny legs.‘Kicking up a storm,’ Dr Tallos said cheerfully. ‘Do you feel anything?’Lucette shook her head. ‘Not yet.’‘Well, don’t worry, you’re sure to in the next few weeks. And there’s the heart, beating away.’ She pointed to the flickering image on the screen, pulsing with life. ‘Let me turn up the volume and you can hear it.
She couldn’t sleep. Lucette had tossed and turned in the guest bedroom for several hours before she’d finally given up trying. It wasn’t the bed—it was one of the most comfortable she’d ever slept in. And it wasn’t that she wasn’t tired, because she still felt exhausted. Even so her mind seethed with half-formed questions and thoughts, and they spun around in her brain until she decided to make herself some herbal tea in an attempt to help her sleep.She reached for her dressing gown and the box of ginger tea she’d brought with her; it was one of the few things she could stomach. Tiptoeing out of her bedroom, not wanting to disturb Ariston , she made her way to the kitchen.The rest of the day had passed uneventfully enough: she’d had a nap and a bath while Ariston had worked in his study. And at around dinnertime he’d knocked on her door and told her he was planning to order food in, asked her what she’d like.It had reminded Lucette painfully of the weekends they’d spent together
‘The day after...’ She swallowed, felt a blush heat her cheeks and hoped Ariston couldn’t see in the dark. ‘The day after I saw you I slept in. I took the pill three hours later than I normally would.’‘And that was enough to keep it from working?’With a self-conscious laugh she patted her little bump. ‘Apparently the mini-pill has to be taken at exactly the same time every day—although I didn’t know things were quite that strict until it was too late.’‘You must have been shocked.’‘I was in a complete daze. I...I didn’t know what I was going to do.’ She hesitated in making that admission, afraid that Ariston would use it against her, but he just nodded.‘That’s understandable.’‘So for a while I didn’t do anything. And then I felt so sick I couldn’t do anything but drag myself through each day. When I went to the doctor to get some medication for my nausea he said something—just a throwaway comment about how such sickness usually meant the baby was healthy. "Here to stay," is wha