Christmas Baby for the Billionaire (South Shore Billionaires 1)

“Have you eaten?”

“I have,” she said. “So please, sit down. I’ll leave you to it.”

She turned to go and was almost to the door when he said, “Tori? Stay.”

The moment she paused seemed filled with...well, surely not possibility? There was a change though, somehow. As if the invitation marked a willing step toward discussion. Intention, rather than dancing around the topic or taking the temperature of the situation.

And when she turned back around and faced him, his stomach quivered. He didn’t let himself get too personally involved with anyone, but he was going to have to with her, wasn’t he? At least if he wanted more of a relationship with his kid than sending a support check every month.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “I was rude this afternoon. I’m sorry about that.”

She took a single step toward him. “Neither of us knows how to navigate this. It’s an unusual situation.”

He gestured to the seat across the table from his food. “Come sit. Do you want some tea? Or anything else sent up?”

“There’s water on the cart. I’ll grab one of your glasses and have some. That’s all I need.”

He waited until she had her water and then they sat together. It felt wrong, eating while she wasn’t, but the food was delicious and by her own admission she’d had dinner already. The asparagus was done to perfection and the steak mouthwateringly medium, just as he’d requested.

“Your chef is very good,” he said. “This is delicious.”

“Tastes here aren’t terribly adventurous, so he does simple things well and adds a bit of flair when he can. But no one leaves hungry.” She smiled. “Neil has been here a long time, and the rest of the kitchen staff have trained under him. It makes for a consistent culinary experience.”

The resort wasn’t as glamorous as some he’d stayed in, but he had no complaints.

“And you’ve been here a long time, too.”

She lifted her water glass. “Since I was in high school. I started in housekeeping. Then moved to waitressing when I was legal age. Front desk for a while, too.”

“You trained yourself to know the different departments,” he observed, and her cheeks colored a little.

“I wanted to be in administration. For a while I was the events manager, in charge of special functions. Then when the assistant manager retired, I applied for the job and got it. This week, I’m acting manager since Tom is away on vacation. Saint Lucia, lucky thing!”

“And your mom is here. You have strong ties.”

“The strongest. My mom doesn’t have anyone else, really. As far as family goes, that is. Of course, she has friends.”

“As do you.”

Her brow furrowed. “Well, yes.”

“And so you probably wouldn’t consider moving.”

Her hand stilled halfway to the table, the glass trembling in her fingers. “Moving? As in...”

“Nearer to me. So our baby could be close to both parents.”

“Not with you.”

His eyes widened. Did she think he was going to ask her to move in with him? Or “do the right thing” and propose? Their affair had been amazing, but there wasn’t love between them.

“This isn’t the fifties. We don’t have to get married to parent this child. But I did wonder if you’d consider moving somewhere closer to, well, me. Of course, I’d look after everything financially.”

Her throat worked for several seconds while she studied her fingers, then looked up. Her eyes were clear and there was no censure on her face, either. “It’s a generous offer, Jeremy. But my life is here, as you just heard. I’m truly glad you want to be a part of his or her life, but I’m not prepared to completely uproot mine to make that happen, any more than you’re willing to uproot yours.”

She was right. If the shoe were on the other foot, he’d never agree to leaving his life behind and moving to small-town Nova Scotia. They were from totally different worlds.