Son. The word was a generic term yet Damon had no clue just how swiftly he’d hit that nail on the head.
“No, sir.”
“You’ve got me intrigued.” Damon let out a robust laugh and nodded. “Sure. Come on up to the house about seven.”
“Will Cassie and Tessa be around? They may want to be there, too.”
He’d made a split-second decision to include his half-sisters. Honestly, Nash wasn’t sure if Damon would want the girls to know, but Nash needed them to. The more time he’d spent here, the more he’d gotten involved in their lives and wanted a chance for a family.
“I can ask,” Damon informed him. “You’ve certainly piqued my curiosity, so I’m sure they’ll be intrigued, as well.”
Nash swiped his forearm across his sweaty forehead, then rested his hands on his hips. “Great. I’ll be up to the main house around seven.”
If Lily wanted to join him, he wouldn’t turn down her support. He needed her, and that wasn’t weakness talking, either.
Besides, if he shared everything he could with her now, perhaps the blow that would inevitably come later wouldn’t be so harsh. The only other woman he’d let close to him was his mother. Women in his life had come and gone, nobody really fit. Lily fit...as much as she could with all the jagged edges of his life he’d yet to smooth out.
Nash knew he had fallen into a hole so deep, there was no way out and he was starting to wish for things that could never be.
Eight
Lily resisted the urge to throw her phone, and she would pull the childish tantrum if she didn’t have to go through the annoyance of getting a new one.
But she wasn’t one to waste money.
For pity’s sake, she was so sick of certain people in the industry—ahem, producers, actors, etc.—assuming that because they were a big name, she would jump at the chance to work with them. Then when she declined, the offer of more money really set her teeth to grinding. She couldn’t be bought, something they found hard to believe.
Thankfully her agent, Ian, had called with the movie options and the ridiculous counteroffers. He was still trying to find her a film that could accommodate her expanding belly, but Lily wasn’t sure how work would fit into the life she was envisioning with Nash. The baby was no problem. A relationship with Nash? How would he feel about Hollywood? There was no way she could stay away from the limelight and she knew he was a private man. He’d made no definite declarations to her, yet she found herself hoping everything would work out, because she truly wanted this amazing man in her life, and not just for the baby.
Swinging her legs around, she propped her feet up on the leather sofa and settled back against the cushioned armrest. This relaxing nonsense was getting really old really fast and she had only been here a few days. If this lasted her entire pregnancy she would go insane.
Added to that, Nash was very attentive to her needs. Okay, wait, that wasn’t a bad thing at all. But the man wouldn’t let her do anything for herself. He insisted she take it easy and rest until her next appointment when the doctor would come and assess her.
Funny, Lily didn’t recall agreeing to stay with him that long. Apparently he’d assumed she would just live here. That was definitely a talk they would be having soon. At some point she’d have to leave, to pack her things and go back to her life. She didn’t want all of this uncertainty in her future.