A Billionaire and a Baby

Sherry pressed the issue just a little, although she had pretty much decided what his answer was going to be, and that she believed it. “Then you and this John Fletcher are not in a relationship?”

“No.”

She was the soul of innocence when she asked, “And you’re not gay?”

Damn it, just because there wasn’t a string of women in his wake… “Of course I’m not gay,” he shouted. “I wouldn’t have found you attractive if I were.”

That caught her by surprise. She hadn’t felt remotely attractive for months now. Pregnant whales were not deemed attractive, except perhaps by other whales. Desperate other whales.

“You find me attractive?”

“Yes,” he shouted again, then lowered his voice, “in a very irritating sort of way. Now, if you’re finished with your water…” Not giving her time to answer, he took the glass out of her hand and put it squarely on the table. “I think it’s time you showed me where this car of yours allegedly died.”

Taking her arm to help her to her feet, Sin-Jin was surprised at how much resistance met the offer.

A beat before he took the water from her, she’d felt something awful happening. She looked up at him with wide eyes. “I don’t think I can do that.”

“And why is that?”

Spacious or not, the room began to feel as if it closed in on her and there was this awful pain emanating from the center of her body. “Because I think my water just broke.”

He was almost disappointed. You’d really think a reporter could do better than that. “Ms. Campbell, I wasn’t born yesterday or the day before that.”

She was having trouble breathing. “I don’t think that when you were born…is going to be an issue, but this baby…wants to be born…today.”

She almost had him believing that something was wrong. Except that he knew better. He looked at her icily. “How convenient.”

“Not…really.” Convenient would be if she could get someone else to give birth to this baby for her.

The hitch in her voice had him pausing. He was beginning to have his doubts at how accomplished an actress she actually was. “You’re serious.”

She sucked air in, trying desperately to remember what it was that Lori had said. The last eight weeks of classes seemed to vanish from her brain as if they’d never taken up space there. “Yes.”

“You came up here on your due date?” The woman really was crazy.

Sherry wished that she’d listened to all those people who’d cautioned her about being careful, even though it went against her nature. “No…I came up here…almost a month away…from my due day.”