She must have fallen asleep at some stage because she woke hours later when Ryan tugged back the curtains. His phone rang, and she heard him murmuring to someone.
“I don’t believe it.”
Julia rolled over. “What? What is it?”
“The woman has served legal papers on Seymour. I need to take care of this.”
“Now?”
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. What time is your flight?”
“Midday.” Julia thought rapidly. “You’ll be back in Auckland after the extra concert next Saturday, right?”
“Yeah.” He sat on the bed beside her, his expression tight and worried. “I don’t want to go.”
“I don’t want you to leave either, but the sooner this is done, the sooner we can move on. You go and see Seymour, and I’ll get myself to the airport.” She paused and swallowed before looking him straight in the eye. “We’ll get through this, Ryan.” Although upset, she manfully held her stuff together and was glad she did.
His smile was a bright thing of beauty. It stole her breath and made her anxious at the same time. The little voice at the back of her mind told her,now!She should tell him now.
She couldn’t.
She didn’t.
Instead she returned his smile, let him kiss her goodbye, burying the truth deep down inside and pretending waiting to hear news of a child—Ryan’s child—didn’t matter.
