She clamped her mouth shut. She had no idea she’d hurt him so badly. She’d thought he was looking for an excuse to get out of their dysfunctional marriage with that argument they’d had. But his raw emotion now came from the very heart of him—emotion she’d never seen him exhibit. And for the first time since she’d walked out on him, she allowed herself to consider the fact that she had been very wrong in leaving him. That he was as good at hiding his emotions as she was.
He pushed himself upright, his hand reaching for hers to tug her to him. Her chest collided with the heat of him, her fingers coming up to grasp his biceps. His gaze when it latched on to hers ran roughshod through every defense she had. “You have to get over it,” he said roughly. “Those women meant nothing to me. I apologize, Diana. I apologize for unwittingly digging up your past and hurting you. I apologize for my behavior the night we conceived our baby. But now is the time to wipe the slate clean. Now is the time to build on what we do have to make this work for the sake of our baby. But you have to let me in.”
Her stomach contracted. She knew he was right. But the thought of him making love to, having sex with those women... She wasn’t sure she could ever get over it.
“I want to hate you for it...those women.” The words tumbled out of her mouth before she could stop them. “I see it in my head and I want to be physically ill.”
His face grayed. “Then, we are both grappling with what we think is the unforgivable. For the sake of our child, we need to move past it.”
She swallowed hard. He still had feelings for her, however much he tried to hide them. He was saying everything she’d wanted to hear that night she’d gone to that party before ending their marriage. Except that he still loved her.
He was willing to slug it out together for their baby. To attempt to meet somewhere in the middle of their radically different approaches to life to make this marriage work.
Was it enough?
Would not having all of him ever be enough?
She rolled to her feet. “You promised me time. Give it to me. No more subtle seduction, no more pushing, no more manipulation of everything I say. Just give me the time I need and I promise you I will consider this.”
His eyes darkened. He jerked his head in silent accord. She walked to the edge of the boat, slipped off her shorts and dived into the cool, heavenly turquoise water.
Her head knew what she had to do. Now she just had to get her heart to agree.
CHAPTER TEN
COBURN WAS TRUE to his word. For three days and three nights he did not touch her, goad her or push her to discuss anything more pertinent than the weather and what they were going to do that day. They interacted like polite acquaintances who happened to have an intimate knowledge of every inch of each other they kept tightly in check as they explored the island by boat and foot.
When they’d had enough of the ever-present baking heat, they headed for the crystal clear water and the coral reefs that surrounded the island. Diana could have spent days there swimming with the schools of brightly colored fish, avoiding her problems. And yet, funnily enough, by letting her mind go and relaxing, clarity came instead.
Her life had been irrevocably changed when she and Coburn had conceived this baby. She had to give them a second chance. A chance to forgive each other their transgressions, as Coburn had said, and perhaps find some level of happiness.
A clammy feeling attacked her appendages as she sat lounging by the pool with a book on yet another stunning Caribbean day while her husband worked in the office. She was terrified. A powerful voice inside her couldn’t help pointing out the parallels with her mother and father’s relationship. It would only ever be Coburn for her. Did her weakness for a womanizer like her husband make her as much a victim of the cult of Coburn as her mother was for her father?
The realist in her knew she was risking her heart. The optimist was sure her husband felt more for her than he was willing to admit and they could build on that.
Coburn finally made an appearance as the late-afternoon shadows chased each other across the surface of the pool. He wore the same distracted, aloof look he’d sported for days now, this new foreign version of her husband that eluded her attempts to reach him. Always with Coburn there had been emotion, whether positive or negative throughout their roller-coaster highs and lows. He was an extrovert, a man who needed to express himself as much as she needed to crawl inside herself at times.
She swam toward the edge of the pool and clutched the side, studying the tension etched in his face.
“I thought you were going to be in there all day.”
“I’m sorry. There’s a lot going on.” His gaze singed her skin as it moved over her curves in the coral bikini. “You’re burning.”
She looked down at her shoulders. They were a bit pink. Coburn offered her a hand and pulled her out of the pool. She bit her lip as he wrapped a towel around her. “You could share, you know.”
“I won’t distract you from the choices you need to make.”
She lifted her chin to look up at him. “I’m willing to give this a shot, Coburn. I’m willing for us to give this a shot. But this is it. We make it work this time or we walk away. I grew up in a war zone between my father and mother, and I won’t put a child through that.”
The tense line of his mouth slackened. “And you are going to let me in? Trust me?”
She nodded. “I am committed to making this work. But I won’t give up my job. A huge issue in our relationship was not being able to give for the other person’s needs. I want to be there for my child, but I’m not prepared to put my career on hold until they’re in school. My skills would never recover from it.”
A war went on in that dark blue gaze of his. “Nonnegotiable,” she underscored.
“You don’t trust me. You don’t trust us.”
“It’s not about trust. It’s about my identity, what I love doing. I need to practice.”
He tucked the towel tight around her and let go. “All right. We compromise.” His gaze held hers. “We’ve screwed up a lot of things, Diana, but I promise you we will not screw this up. It’s too important.”
Their marriage had been important, too. She forced herself to nod before the panic rising up in her throat enveloped her. “I know.”
He inclined his head. “Arthur is back. He’s invited us to dinner tonight with some friends. Are you up for it?”
Her mouth curved. “So you’ll let me loose now that I’ve fallen into line?”
He moved his gaze over her. “I’d prefer to indulge myself on a whole other level and forget the socializing entirely. But since Arthur is a good friend, it will have to wait.”
Her insides were still vibrating from her husband’s clear indication of exactly where their relationship was going in short order as Diana dressed for dinner with the Kents. She didn’t know why she was so nervous to embark on a physical relationship with Coburn again. She’d done it that night at his apartment when they’d conceived their child. But this time it was about walking into it with her heart open. Fully invested. She felt as if she was twenty miles out in that sea sparkling outside her window and being told to swim for her life.
She pressed clammy palms to the soft, clingy fabric of her dress. Its sea-blue color reminded her of her husband’s eyes—rich and endlessly fascinating.
Coburn was waiting for her on the terrace when she arrived, ridiculously handsome in a white shirt and dark trousers. His eyes as they ate her up suggested her nerves were highly warranted. Measuring, calculating, they swept over every curve of her body in the sexy dress, lingering on the swell of her newfound cleavage with an uncensored appreciation that made her knees wobbly.
Her steps slowed as she approached him, hesitation written in every line of her body.
His gaze moved back up to her face. Cataloged what he found there. “You look...devastating.”
She swallowed past the dryness in her throat. “Thank you.”
The polite response her mother had taught her to issue upon receiving a compliment rather than stammering out a quick denial as many of her teenage friends had came out stiff and unnatural. Coburn’s brow rose. He took the last couple of steps toward her, his fingers curving around her jaw as his other hand settled on her waist and pulled her close.
“I’m getting the feeling my ever-poised wife is nervous.”
“Hardly,” she denied, her reply coming out a bit too breathless for her liking.
His fingers slid to the hollow of her nape. “I thought we were going for honesty here. If I was being honest I’d say that blowing off dinner to make love to my very beautiful wife is highly tempting.”
Her insides dissolved into a pool of molten heat. “Coburn—”
He dropped his mouth to her ear. “The only question would be how and where I would do that. I’d be willing to explore more than one option.”
She put a hand to his chest and leaned away from him, her head and heart full of way too much everything. “But we are going to dinner. It would be rude not to.”
His gaze studied her face. “Yes we are. But first I’m going to kiss my wife.”
Her heart sped up in her chest. The hand she had pressed against his torso couldn’t decide whether it wanted to keep him at a distance or allow him closer. He took the decision out of her hands, splaying both palms across her jaw to hold her in place while he brought his mouth down to nudge hers apart. She froze, her lips immobile against his. It was like walking into a tsunami with your eyes wide-open. She wasn’t sure she could do it.