'You've been crying.'
'I'm fine...honestly.' She tried to avoid his penetrating gaze, turning to poke at the dwindling embers in the grate.
'You've been acting strangely since we got here. I thought you loved this place-I thought being here on a more permanent basis would make you happy.'
'It does. I'm looking forward to us spending Christmas here together.'
'Dara, I don't know what is going on with you. You've been avoiding some of my phone calls while I was away. Even when I specifically called when I knew you'd be finished with work. And today my driver mentioned that you've been disappearing by yourself for hours at a time. With no reasonable explanation-'
'You had your driver keeping tabs on me?' Dara was incredulous.
'I wasn't going to pay it any attention, because I trust you. But dammit, Dara, you're hiding something from me and I want to know what it is. Now.'
'What do you think? That I'm cheating on you?'
Leo crossed his arms, looking darkly into the glowing fire. 'I'd like to think I know you better than that.'
Dara placed her hands on her hips. 'Well, it sounds like you're accusing me of something. I'm entitled to some level of privacy. Just because we're married, it doesn't mean we need to live in each other's pockets, for goodness' sake.'
She moved to walk away and felt his hand move gently to her wrist.
'Dara...'
His voice was quiet, and something in its tone appealed to her logic. She knew she was behaving out of character. And that he must be concerned. He had flown for almost twenty-four hours to come here and surprise her, and here she was shouting at him for asking if she was okay.
The realisation brought even more tears.
'I'm sorry.'
She sat down heavily on the sofa, hiding her face in her hands. She felt him come to her, felt his solid warmth slide alongside her and envelop her as she sat there trying to make sense of why she was falling apart.
'I've been going to the orphanage in Syracuse,' she admitted. 'It started as a simple project to update their facilities. But then it became...more.'
Leo sat silently, watching her reveal her secrets.
'I was there one day, helping to choose wallpaper for the common room, when one of the smallest children-a boy-walked right up to me and grabbed my hand. The other children had avoided me on previous visits; I was a stranger with a foreign accent and a fancy suit. I was unapproachable.' She smiled to herself. 'But not him. He grabbed on to my hand and asked me to come and see his drawings. He had drawn a picture of a house by the sea. He gave it to me as a gift and asked me if I would come back again. So I did.'
Leo remained silent for a moment, watching her. 'Why do you feel the need to hide all this? It's charitable work.'
'Don't you see? It's not work to me. I want to be there. It makes me happy to be there with all the children. But most of all with Luca...'
'Luca is the boy's name?' Leo asked quietly.
Dara nodded. 'It's unfair of me to grow attached. Because he's just a child and he will think that I want to...that we might want to...' The words stuck in her throat, unable to come out.
'That you might want to become his mother?' Leo said.
Dara looked at him quickly, as though he had struck her. That one word was enough to make her mind turn to panic.
Mother.
'I won't go back again. I suppose I'm only just realizing that I've used the orphanage to relieve my restlessness. To occupy myself.'
She stood up and walked to the Christmas tree, touching one of the golden baubles and making it spin.
'It was a selfish act and I'm feeling guilty, that's all.'
Dara turned back to her husband. He sat completely nude on the sofa, watching her with a look so concerned it melted her heart. If she told him any more she would only regret it in the morning. It wasn't that she feared his judgement. In fact it was completely the opposite. She feared his pity.
Leo had taken the news of her infertility in his stride from the moment she'd revealed her secret to him. He had been understanding, and he had helped her to realize that her condition did not define her.
To bring up all those old insecurities now would only belittle how far they had come as a couple.
That was the thing, though-she wasn't quite so confident that she had ever rid herself of them at all. Rather, she had just chosen to focus on being the beautiful woman that Leo made her feel she was and ignored the sad and broken woman of her past.
She bit her lip. Leo was looking at her intensely, waiting for her to speak. She couldn't tell him the truth, not tonight anyway.
'I'm sorry. I feel like I've ruined this wonderful night with my own silly ramblings.' She shook her head, banishing the dark thoughts from her mind.
She walked to him and straddled his lap.
'Dara, we're having quite a serious conversation here, and I will find it very difficult to concentrate with you in this position.'
He shifted, but she moulded her body even closer to him.
'I've had enough talking for tonight.' She leaned over him, nipping his earlobe just hard enough to make him groan. 'You said we have twenty-two days to make up for, and I plan on obeying my husband's wishes.'
She smiled wickedly, banishing all other thoughts from their minds as their bodies instinctively moved against each other.
* * *
Leo sat on the terrace, looking out at the midday winter sun shining on the choppy waves of the bay. Most of their morning had been spent in bed, making up for lost time. But some time after brunch Dara had found herself taking a call from Mia about something vitally important. Rather than being annoyed at the interruption, Leo had once again been impressed at how much his wife's company relied on her.
She ran Devlin Events like a well-oiled machine-just as he would expect. But still her staff looked to her for guidance, and felt comfortable in doing so. This was one of the main reasons for her skyrocketing success. Her employees were satisfied, and therefore so were her clients. Add that to the fact that she was unbelievably talented and passionate, and it could only be a recipe for success.
He watched her through the terrace doors as she booted up her tablet computer and wielded it like a clipboard. She was tense, even after a night of being thoroughly made love to.
Her revelation about her trips to the orphanage had confused him. Dara had never shown any interest in children. He had never even seen her speak to a child, not to mention drive out of her way to go and visit one. But recently he had begun to feel a distance between them. They both had busy careers, but they usually made sure to keep time for each other.
Leo stood, suddenly needing to walk. He took the path down along the cliff-face-the same path he'd used to take as a boy. He stopped on the flight of steps that led down to the old boathouse, remembering his childhood self rushing down the stone steps, furiously trying to hold in the tears and escape his nightmarish life. Living with a mentally ill mother had forced him to live in silence. His formative years had been spent in isolation, and in fear of upsetting her with his mere presence.
Those memories no longer held the same dark power over him-not since Dara had come into his life. Now every time he walked down here he was reminded that he was happier than either of his parents had ever been.
Right now, he was impressed that the little boathouse was still standing. He pushed the door open with a creak and ducked his head inside.
A row of plastic boxes lined the floor-he had insulated the place last year, once they had decided to use it for storage rather than leave it to rot. Flipping the lid of the box nearest the window, Leo idly surveyed the contents. A collection of coloured yo-yos lay inside, once his favourite boyhood hobby. He picked up a red one and spun the yarn tightly between the circular wooden discs.
He had spent many days inside these four walls, practising his skills and hoping for someone to show them to. He held the yo-yo tight in his hand before letting it fall to the ground and bouncing it back up easily. His tricks had been numerous, all learned from a book he had got as a gift from his father. He knew now that his father's secretary had probably chosen it, but at the time he had taken it as a challenge to impress the old man. And, as he did with most tasks, he'd poured his heart and soul into it.
In a way he was no different from the little boy who had captured his wife's attention. Leo might not have been an orphan, but he knew what it meant to crave a connection. He had that with Dara now-he felt the completeness that came from the love of a good woman. He had poured all his efforts into creating a life together with his beautiful wife.
Since meeting Dara he had slowly lost interest in the party scene-except for when he opened up a new club. As a bachelor, he had spent his leisure time mainly involved in drinking too much and buying the fastest cars. He'd had no difficulty living in hotels for months at a time. He hadn't known what it meant to have a home.