He didn’t want anything from her.
Except for the hotel.
And now the baby.
And, yes, sex.
That was what their marriage boiled down to for him.
She had to find a way to remember that. Then, she’d be okay. Wouldn’t she?
* * *
‘I had an incredible dream last night.’ The words were drawled and deep, murmured from across the table where they were eating breakfast.
‘I think I had the same dream,’ she responded without looking at him. It was easier to play it light, to be cool and relaxed when she wasn’t looking at him.
She turned her attention back to the paper, skimming the news without really taking any of it in. Silence returned and she was momentarily mollified by it. She sipped her coffee, replacing it carefully on the table. His hand reached out and covered hers, and her pulse kicked up a notch.
‘Why did you leave?’
Skye’s gaze jolted to his. ‘When?’
‘Last night.’
She looked down at the paper again. ‘Was I meant to stay?’
‘It was late. You must have been tired.’
She looked at him briefly, holding his gaze with what she hoped passed as unconcern, then gave the paper her attention once more. As if to underscore that she was in fact reading, and not just staring at a collection of words on the page, she pulled her hand free from his and turned a page. ‘I sleep better in my own bed.’
‘You never had a problem in my room before...’
Skye swallowed. He wasn’t going to let this rest, apparently. She forced herself to meet his eyes and dropped the act. Her face was stern, her voice not a tone that invited argument. ‘I don’t want that.’
His eyes roamed her face thoughtfully. ‘You won’t sleep in my bed, but you’ll come to my room when you want sex in the middle of the night?’
She nodded slowly. ‘Yeah.’
‘So I am like...a booty call?’ he prompted, wiggling his brows so that she laughed—a laugh borne of relief that he had dropped his inquisition.
‘Yep.’
He shook his head. ‘Mmm, but then when I wake up wanting you, you are not within reach.’
‘And you can’t walk down the corridor, as I did?’
‘Ah.’ His eyes drew together. ‘Your advances are always welcome. I cannot be certain that you would feel the same if I were to reciprocate with a midnight intrusion.’
Skye’s cheeks flamed. ‘I thought you wanted to make me beg for you,’ she reminded him, and had the satisfaction of seeing something darken his eyes.
‘I haven’t done too well at that, have I?’
Skye arched a brow. ‘Looking for compliments?’
‘No.’ He was serious. ‘I’m glad you came to me last night, Skye.’
Her throat thickened and she looked away, her eyes suspiciously moist. Stupid pregnancy hormones making her emotions haywire! ‘It was the massage,’ she said with a shrug.