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“If you married Erika, would you have made her sign one?”
“Yes. This is business.”
“And so is our marriage. The answer is no.” I rise purposefully under his hard stare.
“Your life could change,” he says, sounding threatening.
I head for the door, responding, “It already has in so many ways. I feel sick. I’m going home—at least the home I’ll have for the next several months.”
I fling the door open, and it bangs against the wall, startling Mark. I leave it ajar and hurry to my office, tears rolling down my face. I have to get out of here, but I don’t want anyone to see me in this state. Instead, I hide in my office, bawling my eyes out as I curl into a ball on my couch. I’m lost in my mind when arms encircle my body, making me all too aware that Foster is sitting next to me.
“Shh, don’t cry. Please don’t cry,” he whispers as he buries his face in my hair.
I want to hate Foster, but as much as I try to deny my feelings for him, I think I love him too.
“I can’t deal with this right now,” I cry.
“What can’t you deal with?”
“Everything! I’ve lied to everyone in my life, even your mother.”
“I’ve lied too, but it was for a good reason. You know it was.”
“How do we make it right?”
“We should go home. I cleared my schedule for the day. We can talk.”
“You cleared your schedule? Don’t you have a call with Japan today?”
“That was at five this morning. You were still asleep.”
I sniffle a couple of times, and Foster hands me his handkerchief, which he removes from the inside pocket of his navy suit.
“But what do we do?” I repeat.
“Just as we’ve been doing. I’ve been working on a plan. My mother will be an integral part. I’m sure she’s going to be quite angry when we reveal the true nature of our marriage.”
“Foster, Zane will hate you if he finds out the truth.”
“I’m sorry about that, but I’m not letting you go. I can’t.”
“Why does it matter?”
He gently holds me at arm’s length. “Don’t you understand? I lost love once before because of my foolishness; I won’t do it again. The past seven months have been the best of my life. And holding Wade in my arms made me think of what I want my life to be. I want a child, and I want it to be with you. Do you get it?”
Overcome, I put my head back on his chest, whispering, “I love you.”
“You love me? You don’t have to say it because I did.”
“It’s true. I think I have for a while now.”
“We should go home then,” I mutter happily. “We have a lot to talk about.”
