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      He murmured against the shell of her ear, “Sorry I was late. I’m close to getting a firm commitment on that medical research venture I told you about. Dai Zhang dropped in this evening for a final run-through before signing next week.”

      Alex had mentioned Zhang’s name several times. As was the case with the majority of his projects, Alex had been looking for a partner to co-finance trials of a new pharmaceutical. The money involved was staggering, but if the drug proved successful, all would benefit, not least of all dialysis patients. That previous trials of similar drugs had failed was a sticking point with the cautious Chinese businessman. However, it seemed that this evening Alex might have finally convinced Zhang this particular effort would bring about a breakthrough.

      “I still could’ve collected you.” Alex’s sandpaper jaw grazed her temple before he lightly kissed the spot. “I wanted to.”

      In truth, Natalie’s stomach had knotted when she’d walked into this ballroom unaccompanied tonight. Alex’s parents were deceased but she hadn’t met his sister and she wasn’t certain Teresa Ramirez, the one person Alexander listened to, would approve. Natalie hardly fit the famed Ramirez class. Not that Teresa, or anyone, need worry. Natalie certainly didn’t have marriage on her mind.

      Finding a smile, she fanned her fingers over the crisp black fabric below his left shoulder. “You were already in the city. It made sense for me to take a taxi in from Manly. I was here alone barely five minutes.”

      His dark eyes roamed her face, as if he were looking for some nuance or line he’d missed before. “Are you always so understanding?”

      She laughed softly. “Always.”

      Who was she to cast stones?

      “When we finish this dance I’ll introduce you to Teresa and her fiancé.” His coal-black eyes smiled into hers. “They’ll love you.”

      Natalie smothered a sigh. No avoiding introductions, she supposed, even when she preferred to keep their affair private. It would be easier when the time came. No explanations or awkward chance meetings with friends or family later. Just a simple, Goodbye. It’s been nice.

      As he pressed her close, his cheek resting against her crown, Natalie wondered.

      Would the decision to dissolve their affair be his choice or hers? As chief beneficiary of the Ramirez multiple millions, as well as a highly successful venture capitalist in his own right, surely Alex would tire of her sooner rather than later. He knew actresses, heiresses, a European countess. She was hardly Alexander’s first lover, nor would she be his last.

      Or perhaps she would be the one to pull back.

      Despite having agreed their time together would be a low-key, light-hearted and finite affair, it seemed the longer they knew each other, the more open Alex became about their relationship and the more inquisitive he grew. She didn’t need any more questions asked about her past. Her memories were too intimate to share…too private, and painful, to lay open to anyone, even Alexander.

      But for now it was enough to enjoy the illusion.

      Tonight she would forgive herself and make believe this fantasy would last.

      “Alexander, a gentleman’s here to see you.”

      Alex eased away from his beautiful dance partner to face Paul Brennan, his bodyguard, who stood as tall and broad as an oak. Paul’s gaze, as usual, was both shuttered yet cut-throat sharp.

      All the long exhaustive day Alex had waited to hold Natalie Wilder in his arms. Who the hell was interrupting him in the middle of a family celebration?

      Paul answered his employer’s unspoken question. “It’s Mr. Davidson.”

      Alex’s brows nudged together. “What’s he doing here?”

      Anticipating what Alex would say next, Paul rotated back. “I’ll ask him to leave.”

      But Alex’s last-minute gesture held him up.

      Was it a business concern? Several months ago they’d had dealings and Joe Davidson had come off second-best. Or was this interview personal? Something to do with Joe’s daughter? He and Bridget Davidson had dated briefly, but that had ended six months ago. He’d had nothing against Bridget, but if the chemistry wasn’t there, why delay the inevitable. She’d agreed.

      Alex exhaled and nodded. “I’ll come over.” Sort it out quickly and get back. His sister had spent months organising this evening, from the buffet and music down to the pink and gold helium balloons bouncing around the moulded ceiling. Alex approved of Teresa’s choice in partner, too, which was no surprise. Teresa had her head screwed on right. Zachery Todd came from good stock, enjoyed life and clearly adored his fiancée. Both couldn’t wait to have kids.

      Alex glanced at the exceptional woman standing beside him.

      Engagements…children…

      At age thirty, it almost made a man wonder.

      Misunderstanding his look, Natalie stepped back. “It’s okay. I’ll wait here.”

      Alex laced his fingers through hers. “I vowed that when I made it here tonight I wouldn’t leave your side. Come with me. This won’t take long.”

      She arched a teasing brow. “Afraid someone might steal the next dance?”

      “You can dance with whomever you please.” Grinning, he brushed a kiss against her brow. “As long as it’s with me.”

      A moment later, they stopped before their uninvited guest and Alex extended his hand. His lip curling, Joe Davidson ignored the courtesy.

      Inwardly groaning, Alex let his hand drop. “I take it there’s some problem?”

      Davidson’s hard eyes settled on Natalie and his chin kicked up. “You don’t want your date hearing this.”

      Alex’s jaw flexed. He was a patient man but he had no time for these kinds of games, particularly tonight.

      “We’re celebrating my sister’s engagement. Please tell me what it is you’ve come to say. You’ll understand I’d like to get back.”

      Amid the spin of party lights, Davidson’s walrus jowls darkened, but he kept his voice low, barely audible above the music. “Bridget’s pregnant. She’s not doing well. Not too well at all.”

      Alex’s pulse rate spiked. Davidson was aware of Alex’s longtime friendship with a leading OB/GYN. Did Davidson hope to secure through him an urgent referral? If the circumstances were dire, why wasn’t the baby’s father here on the scene? Or wasn’t the father on the scene at all?

      Alex tried to be tactful. “I didn’t realize Bridget was married.”

      Davidson hissed, “She’s not.”

      Alex’s shoulders rolled back. “What does this have to do with me?’

      Blood in his eye, Davidson snapped out a curse and advanced. Paul’s large grip on his elbow hauled him back.

      Alex held up a hand. “It’s all right, Paul. I’ll handle this.” His gaze drilled Davidson’s. “If you’re implying the child is mine, it’s not possible. Bridget and I were finished some time ago.”

      “Like six months ago?”

      At Joe’s response, Alex’s heart dropped to his feet.

      They’d slept together only once, but he’d used protection. Excepting one, atypical time, he always used protection.

      His head began to tingle.

      Lord above, was it possible?

      Chapter Two

      Party noise filtered back into Alex’s conscience as Joe Davidson’s arms knotted over his dark polo shirt. “I take it you won’t object to a paternity test.”

      Alex

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