Free Married Again to the Millionaire by Margaret Mayo Page B

wait for Adam’s answer but walked away from him, out onto the terrace where she could look out over the Thames, throwing over her shoulder as she did so, ‘Why don’t you go and play with your son?’
    She wished that her own body was as reassuringly calm as some of the boats making their way slowly towards their goal. Their earlier kiss still haunted her. It had been madness, letting it happen. On the other hand, it was a timely warning. One she must remember.
    When Adam spoke softly in her ear she jumped because she had believed, had hoped, in fact, that he was safely with Ethan. She needed this breathing space to come to terms with what was happening. Had he deliberately trodden softly? Was he trying to home in on her thoughts?
    She turned round swiftly—and found herself trapped between his arms. He was not touching her, not even a hair from his strong powerful forearms caressed her body. But she was his prisoner nevertheless, his hands either side of her on the safety rail. Judging by the way her body reacted, though, he may as well have been touching her.
    The musky scent of his skin filled her nostrils and with her heartbeats accelerating to a million times a minute, a flood of heat gathering speed through her limbs, she stood in total shock, her eyes locked with his. ‘What do you think you are doing? Ethan might—’
    ‘He’s asleep.’
    ‘What?’
    ‘I think his walk wore him out. He was lying on the floor with his toy boat in his hand. I’ve lifted him onto the bed.’
    ‘I’d best go to him.’ Sienna attempted to push past Adam but he was having none of it. He caught her arm and swung her to face him.
    ‘He’s fine, Sienna, you worry too much.’
    She worried! What did he think mothers did? ‘Howdare you tell me whether I worry or not, Adam, when you know nothing about children? When I’ve spent the last four years caring for Ethan, worrying about him. When I sat by his hospital bed for days and nights, not knowing whether he was going to live or die. They were the worst days of my life. If Ethan had died, I would have wanted to die too. So don’t tell me not to worry.’
    Adam’s face became harshly angular, his skin stretched so tightly across his cheekbones that it looked as though it had been carved out of stone. And she had no idea what was going through his mind.
    ‘You didn’t have to be alone,’ he said, his voice coldly damning now. ‘You could have told me. I could have shared your fear. I would have been there beside you. Dammit! You should have contacted me.’
    Words were easy, she thought. It would have taken an earthquake to drag Adam away from his business affairs. She certainly couldn’t imagine him sitting for hours in hospital. His eyes, which were sometimes incandescently blue and dangerous, were now dark and accusing. His hand on her arm like a band of steel.
    He didn’t care about her, thought Sienna. It was only Ethan. She could walk out of here right now and he’d be perfectly happy—so long as she left her son behind. Fuming, she twisted herself free.
    She went into Ethan’s bedroom, pulling up short when she saw him safely curled in the middle of the bed. He looked such an angel when he was asleep, one hand outstretched on the pillow, his dark hair tousled. Adam had pulled a sheet over him and he hadn’t stirred. Her little man! How she loved him.
    ‘Are your fears allayed?’ Adam’s voice came softlyover her shoulder, all the harshness suddenly gone out of it.
    Sienna spun around and almost cannoned into him. She nodded, not trusting her voice.
    When she walked from the room Adam followed. ‘We’ve created a unique little boy.’
    ‘Yes.’ It was all she could manage.
    ‘But he needs both parents.’
    Shock waves rippled through her. Her words rattled into the air between them when she spoke. ‘We need to do this gradually, Adam. Ethan’s all over you at the moment, but it’s new. Wait until he finds you’re always at work whenever he wants to