‘You hope!’ Niahl exploded. ‘If you’re not too late!’
‘I have to tell her something else first.’
There was a long silence, and then Niahl said quietly, ‘Yes, you do.’
By sheer force of will, she ground her gears into work mode as she entered the hotel, where she now discovered that everyone was either sleeping, or just not picking up their phone. It had been one hell of a party. Requesting a discreet wake-up call to be delivered to those guests she knew should be leaving for the airport in time for early flights, she now needed something else to do…something to take her mind off what she’d overheard.
Luc had overstepped…
Shewas a huge error of judgement.
At least she knew where she stood.
Actually, why should he get away with that? Now she was angry. She tried his phone. No answer. With no intention of leaving a message, she headed for the hotel café. She got as far as the entrance when a group of guests saw her, and called her over to their table.
‘You’ll join us? It’s the least we can do. We’ve had an amazing time, thanks to you.’
‘It was a team effort,’ she said, embarrassed by the praise.
‘Sometimes it’s enough to say thank you,’ an older woman cautioned with a smile. ‘Enjoy it when you’re appreciated. You deserve it. You worked hard.’
Was the past responsible for the way she brushed off praise now? Maybe that was because she couldn’t quite believe her life had turned around to the extent it had. Did that make her as guilty of hiding her feelings as Luc? Were they both to blame for this situation? She would have to speak to him at some point about their child, but not here, not now, while she was still stinging from what she’d overheard. Niahl used to warn her that she would never hear anything good about herself if she listened in—which she’d used to do when he and Luc were in a huddle discussing their latest adventure. Boy, was he right!
‘I agree with my wife.’
Stacey refocused on the kindly face of a man who had spent more money at the charity auction than most people saw in their lifetime. ‘I watched you last night and you never stopped. You deserve all the praise you can get. I’m going to tell that man of yours he’s found a diamond and should hold onto you.’
‘What—? I don’t—’
‘Understand when a man’s madly in love with you?’ his wife chipped in. ‘Perhaps everyone sees it but you,’ she suggested. ‘It’s obvious to anyone with half an oil field that Lucas Da Silva adores you.’
Stacey gave a fragile laugh. She didn’t want to disillusion the couple. Her first and only task was to make sure they got safely on their way. And then the couple made a suggestion that at first she refused and then accepted. ‘Thank you. I’d love to,’ she said.
Somehow he’d missed her at the hotel, so he gunned the Lamborghini down the highway to the airport. He’d thought a lot about Stacey since speaking to Niahl.When didn’t he think a lot about her?The thought of losing her was inconceivable, yet Niahl had made it seem a real possibility. It was time to face his demons and explain why he always held part of himself in reserve, and how that had stopped him expressing his feelings. If he got this right they had a lifetime ahead of them. If he failed…
He wouldn’t fail.
Thatwas inconceivable.
‘She’s gone?’ For the first time in his life, he was dumbfounded.
‘Yes,’ his aide explained, unaware of the turmoil raging inside him. ‘Your Texan guest offered Señorita Winner and her team a ride back in his jet. He said it was the least he could do to thank her for giving him and his wife such a wonderful evening.’
She would never have gone without her team. Stacey would never take credit for herself, or fail to share any bonus she might receive. He’d seen her own personal donation to the charity. Sealed bids, maybe, but her handwriting was unmistakeable. Stacey’s tender heart had seen her give away the bonus he’d paid to each member of the Party Planners team, and she’d done so quietly, without fanfare. This was the woman he’d allowed to slip through his fingers, and all for want of facing up to his past.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
‘CONGRATULATIONS!’BEAMINGWIDELY, the doctor leaned over the desk to shake Stacey’s hand. ‘You must feel reassured to be under the care of your local clinic. It’s a shock to learn you’re expecting a baby when you’re far from home. Do you have anyone to support you?’
‘Financially, I don’t need it. Emotionally…?’ She shrugged.
‘It’s a lot to take in at first, but I’m sure you’ll get your head around it soon.’
Thanking the doctor, she left the room. As soon as she’d spoken to Lucas the mist would clear, she hoped. There was just one small problem. She had to find him first. Bolting wasn’t the answer. She should have stayed to confront him, but she’d been so angry and hurt. Now she had no excuse.
There was only one foolproof way to track him down.
‘Niahl? How am I supposed to get in touch with Lucas when he won’t pick up his phone?’
