The problem had been the fact that they were from two different worlds and how intimidating his family was. Also, if things went to hell, she could lose her job. A job she loved and one that paid very well.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the car door open as soon as he came to a stop. She was not over him, she thought in despair. All that talk about moving on was pure BS. Her heart did the familiar slow dive as she watched him make his way towards her.
The thick black sweater clung to his lean muscular frame, reminding her what it felt like to be held by him. He was an extraordinary lover, another scary part of their relationship for her. It had been too intense. Too powerful.
The stiff icy breeze ruffled his thick dark hair and sent his black cashmere jacket flopping around him.
"Hi." Dark green eyes searched her face for any signs of distress and was secretly relieved when he found none. "How are you?"
"I had some tea and toast this morning." Tugging on her gloves, she fell into step with him as they made their way towards the brick and glass building. "Hoping for the best."
He wanted to hold her hand but wasn't certain the gesture would be appreciated. They were making some sort of headway, and he did not want to jinx it.
Moving ahead of her, he pushed the door open, holding it for her to enter. The lobby was chic and elegant, with several comfortable chairs and sofas strewn around the hunter green carpeted floor. A large flat screen TV murmured in the background.
There was only a very pregnant woman seated in one of the sofas and leafing through a magazine. She barely gave them a glance before going back to the magazine.
"Hi." The cheerful looking brunette at the window glanced first at Leanne before sliding a very appreciative look at Christos, her gaze lingering.
"I'm here for an appointment." Leanne's impatient voice brought the woman's gaze back to her. "Leanne Wilcox."
"Of course." She tapped on her keyboard. "Dr. Henderson will see you in a few minutes." She turned her admiring gaze back at Christos. "Mr. Kostas," she gushed, "I just want to say that my friends and I have been on one of your cruise ships and enjoyed every bit of the excellent service."
"I'm very happy for that. We live to please." He could feel the resentment vibrating off the woman next to him and was perversely hoping it was jealousy.
"We're planning on--"
Before she could continue, the door to the left opened and a matronly woman peeped her head out. "Ms. Wilcox? The doctor will see you now."
"Please excuse us." Christos gave the receptionist a polite smile that had her sighing.
"I'm pretty sure you could ask for her number when we're leaving." Leanne said in an undertone as they followed the woman down the hall.
"I'm sure you're right." Taking her hand, he resisted her effort to pull away. "Jealous?"
"Just disgusted."
With a smile curving his lips, he ushered her into the room.
The doctor, a homely looking woman with tidy gray streaked black hair styled at the back of her neck, rose with a smile.
"I recognize you of course. Your family has been generous benefactors of our research department."
"My mother and sisters-in-law are the ones responsible for that side of it."
"We're very grateful." She trained her calm and serene gray eyes on Leanne. "Why don't we start with the examination, Ms. Wilcox. You stated in your call that you were experiencing acute nausea."
"Yes."
"Why don't I pull the screen shut so you can undress?"
Dragging her hand away and telling herself there was absolutely nothing to fear, she stepped behind the screen and took off her clothes to don the hospital gown.
"I'm ready."
The doctor stepped forward. Sitting on a stool with castors, she took some vitals.
"Your blood pressure is a little high."
