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Billionaire's Contract Engagement(40)

By:Maya Banks


"I'll be back first thing tomorrow," he assured her, rising from the edge of the bed.

"Thank you," she said, her expression earnest.

"For what?"

"Telling me those things about myself. It makes me feel a little less  …  lost. Even if it wasn't quite what I expected."

"You're welcome," he said, and leaned down to brush a kiss across her forehead. "I'll see you tomorrow."

As he walked from the room he heard the television click on. He couldn't  help feeling the slightest bit guilty for leaving her alone, but he had  a charade to plan.

It turned out that Ash didn't need the help of the tech guys at Maddox  Communications to hack into Melody's computer. After only five or six  tries, he figured the password out all by himself. His birthday. The  fact that it was something so simple surprised him a little, but he was  grateful.         

     



 

His first task was to remove evidence of Melody's affair from her  computer, only she must have been very careful because he found nothing,  not even a phone number or an entry in her calendar, that suggested she  was sneaking around.

As for the baby, there were a few doctor appointments listed on her  calendar, and the history in her Internet browser showed visits to  several children's furniture store sites and a site called  Mom-to-be.com, where it appeared she had been tracking her pregnancy-she  was fourteen weeks and four days on the day of the accident-and  blogging on a page for single mothers.

Apparently she had every intention of doing this alone. Was it possible  that the father of the baby was nothing more than a one-night stand? A  glorified sperm donor?

He skimmed the entries she had written, hoping to find a clue as to who  the man was, or the circumstances surrounding their relationship. But  after more than an hour of reading, all he'd learned was that the baby's  father was, in her words, not involved. He noted that some of the  earlier posts dated back to the weeks before she left him. It was also  clear, by the tone of her posts, that she was very excited to be a  mother, which surprised him.

She had always been so independent and career focused, he didn't think  she even wanted a family. Of course, that was never something they  talked about. Maybe because she knew that if she wanted children, she  wouldn't be having them with him. Not naturally anyway. Knowing that he  couldn't father a child of his own, he'd resigned himself to the idea of  not having them at all.

What he found even more disturbing than the information about the baby  was a file folder with electronic copies of her report cards. They dated  back the past four semesters. Whenever Ash asked her about school,  which admittedly wasn't very often, Mel claimed things were going great.  Which was hard to believe now that he saw that she had been clinging to  a low C average, when he knew for a fact that in her first year she'd  never scored anything lower than an A minus.

It was as if she had lost her interest in the law. But if that was the  case, why hadn't she said anything? It was true that they didn't  normally talk about those kinds of things, but going to school for a  career she no longer wanted seemed worth mentioning. Especially when he  was shelling out the money for her tuition.

The more Ash looked through her files and read her e-mails, the more he  began to realize that after three years together, he barely knew Melody.  She lived a life that, outside the bedroom, had little to do with him.  And though that was the way he'd always wanted it, he couldn't help but  feel  …  indignant. And maybe a little angry with himself for not taking  the time to get to know her better.

He may have been there for her financially, but even he had to admit that emotionally, he'd been pretty much vacant.

Which was exactly what they had agreed to going into this relationship,  so he had no absolutely no reason to feel as though he had wronged her  somehow.

If that was true, why did he feel like such a jerk?

Maybe his ex was right. Maybe he'd been too cold and distant. Maybe he  used work as an escape from dealing with the ups and downs of his  personal relationships. And maybe, like his ex-wife, Melody had grown  tired of the distance. Tired of being alone.

Regardless of what she felt, that was no excuse to be unfaithful. If she  wanted more, she should have leveled with him. Although for the life of  him, he wasn't sure what he would have told her. If she had given him  an ultimatum-a real relationship or she would find someone new-would he  have been able to just let her go? A real relationship just seemed like  so much work. More than he had time for.

But he was here now, wasn't he? He had made the time for this. Didn't that tell him something?

Sure it did, he just wasn't sure what. But he knew that at some point he  was going to have to figure it out. Maybe it was simply that being with  Melody had been very easy, and he wasn't quite ready to give that up.

Unfortunately, remembering how good things had been made her betrayal sting that much more.

Just as he promised, Ash was back at the hospital as soon as visiting  hours began the next morning. He was dressed casually this time, in  slacks and a silk, button-down shirt. And she could tell, as he walked  into the room, a sly grin on his face, that he was holding something  behind his back. Probably flowers.

"Wow, you look great," he said, and she knew he wasn't just saying it to be nice because the nurse had said the same thing.

"I feel really good," she admitted, and she was pretty sure it had a lot  to do with him. Before he came to see her yesterday she had felt so  depressed and alone. As though she had nothing to look forward to, no  reason to get better. Everything was different now. She was engaged to  be married, and had a home to return to. A whole life to explore and  relearn. What more could she ask for?         

     



 

"I got my appetite back in a big way. I just finished breakfast and I'm  already anxious for lunch. Although I have to say, the food here leaves a  lot to be desired."

"There's a diner a few blocks from here that has decent food. Maybe I  can pick you up something for lunch, if it's okay with your doctor."

"I'll make sure the nurse asks him. I could go for a big juicy burger and greasy French fries."

"I didn't know you liked burgers and fries."

"What do I usually eat?"

"Salads and chicken mostly. Occasionally you'll have red meat, but not  more than once a week. You've always been extremely health conscious."

"Well, I keep seeing these fast-food ads and every time they show a  burger my mouth starts to water. I'll worry about being health conscious  when I'm out of the hospital." Which was a completely backward way of  looking at it, she realized, but she didn't even care. Eating like a  rabbit wouldn't build her strength and get her the heck out of here.

"A burger and fries it is then," he said, and he was still hiding whatever it was he was holding behind his back.

"So, are you going to show me what you've got there, or make me guess?" she asked.

"You mean this?" he asked, his smile widening as he pulled a laptop from behind him.

"Is that mine?" she asked and he nodded. "I thought it was password protected. Did you talk to the guys at work already?"

He set it in her lap. "I didn't have to. I made a few educated guesses and figured it out for myself."

She squealed with excitement. "Oh, my gosh! You're my hero!"

He regarded her quizzically, as if she had just said something totally off the wall.

"What?" she asked. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Sorry. I just never imagined you as the kind of a woman who would have a hero. You're far too self-sufficient."

"Well, I do now," she said with a smile. "And it's you."

She opened the laptop and pressed the button to boot it up, relieved  that at least she recalled how. When the password screen popped up, she  looked to Ash.

"Type in one, one, nineteen, seventy-five."

"What is it?"

"My birthday."

I guess it made sense that she would use her fiancé's birthday as a  password. Unless she didn't want him getting into her files, which  obviously wasn't an issue. She typed the digits in and the system screen  popped up. "It worked!"

"You remember how to use it?"

She nodded. Like so many other things, navigating the computer just  seemed to come naturally. She only hoped that the information it  contained would spark other memories. Personal memories.

"I'm going to head down to the gift store and see if they have a Wall  Street Journal," Ash said, and Melody nodded, only half listening as she  began opening files on her desktop. "If they don't, I might try to find  one at the party store around the block."

"‘Kay," she said. "Take your time."

She started with her e-mail, thinking saved messages would hold the most  information, but there weren't many. And of the dozen or so, most were  from Ash. It seemed a little strange, especially being in school, that  she didn't have more, but it was always possible she kept them on an  off-site server for safekeeping. Especially if they were for her  supposed research, and were of a high security nature.