Knowing with absolute certainty what that question was, Millie walked towards the bedroom door.
‘You can see the baby,’ he drawled as they walked out of the room. ‘But don’t wake him up.’
The comment surprised her. Why would he care whether she woke the baby or not? She’d thought he would have been only too anxious for her to remove the child and get out of his life.
Millie glanced at the paintings, reflecting that most normal people had to go to art galleries to see pieces like this. Leandro could admire them on his way to the bathroom.
Following him up a flight of stairs, she frowned. ‘You’ve put him as far away from you as possible.’
‘You think he should sleep in my bedroom, perhaps?’ His silken enquiry brought a flush to her cheeks.
‘No. I don’t think that. I can’t think of a less suitable environment for a baby than your bedroom.’
Millie leaned against the wall for support, unable to dispel the image of his hard, muscular body entwined with the sylphlike actress.
Of course he’d had relationships since they’d broken up. What had she expected? Leandro was an intensely virile man with a dark, restless sex appeal that women found irresistible. Just as she had. And her sister.
Millie gave a low moan, wondering how she’d ever found the arrogance to think their marriage could work. How naïve had she been, thinking that they shared something special. When they’d first met he’d been so good at making her feel beautiful that for a while she’d actually believed that she was.
Leandro opened a door and stood there, allowing her to go first.
Her arm brushed against the hard muscle of his abdomen and her stomach reacted instantly.
A uniformed nanny rose quickly to her feet. ‘He’s been very unsettled, Mr Demetrios,’ she said in a low voice. ‘Crying, refusing his bottle. He’s asleep now, but I don’t know how long it will last.
Leandro dismissed her with a single imperious movement of his head and the girl scurried out of the room.
Had he always been that scary? Millie wondered. Had he been cold and intimidating when she’d met him?
The answer was yes, probably, but never with her. With her he’d always been gentle and good humoured. That was one of the things that had made her feel special. The power and influence he wielded made others stutter and stumble around him, but when they’d met, she hadn’t known who he was. And that had amused him. And she’d continued to amuse him. With her, the tiger had sheathed his claws and played gently, but she’d never been under any illusions. She hadn’t tamed the tiger and she doubted any woman ever would.
As the door closed behind the girl, Millie wondered how on earth she’d ever had the courage to talk to this man.
‘Your nephew.’ He spoke the words in a low tone and Millie forced aside all other feelings and tiptoed towards the cot. Her palms were clammy and she felt ever so slightly sick because she’d pictured this
scene in her head so many times, but now it was twisted in a cruel parody of her dream.
Yes, she and Leandro were leaning over a cot. But her dream had never included a baby who wasn’t hers, fathered by the man she loved with the woman who was closest to her.
Agony ripped through her, stealing her breath and her strength. She thought she gave a moan of denial, but the baby didn’t stir, his perfect features immobile in sleep.
Innocent of the tense atmosphere in the room, he was so still that Millie felt a rush of panic and instinctively reached out a hand to touch him.
Strong fingers closed over hers and drew her away from the cot.
‘He’s fine.’ Leandro’s low, masculine voice brushed against her nerve endings. ‘He always sleeps like that. When he sleeps, which isn’t that often.’
‘He looks—’
‘As though he isn’t breathing. I know.’ He gave a grim smile. ‘I’ve made that mistake several times myself. Once I even woke him up just to check he was alive. Believe me, I don’t advise it. He’s very much alive and if you poke him just to check, he’ll confirm it in the loudest possible way. He has lungs that an opera singer would envy and, once woken up, he doesn’t like going back to sleep. I had to walk him round the house for three hours.’
Leandro worried about the baby so much he’d woken him? And then he’d carried him around the house? It didn’t fit with what she knew of him.
‘What did you do with your BlackBerry?’ She asked the question without thinking and he gave a faint smile.
‘You think I spoke into the baby and tucked my mobile phone into the cot?’ His eyes were mocking and Millie looked away, flustered.
‘I didn’t think you’d want anything to do with the baby.’ In a way her question was a challenge. Would he care for a baby that wasn’t his?