She held his gaze for a moment. “I’m sure.” Her tone made him stiffen but before he could analyze her response, she put her coffee cup down on the table. “Now. Please give me the message from your father. I need to get back to work.”
Fine. So did he.
He placed his own cup on the table, then leaned back on the sofa, giving himself a full view of her face. He needed to see her reaction. “It’s not a message exactly. It’s more a request.”
Her smooth brow crinkled in a frown. “He wants me to do something?”
“Yes.” He paused, trying to find the words that had been going over and over in his head all night. “Did he tell you he and my mother are moving into a smaller place in the city?”
She blinked in surprise. “No, he didn’t.” Her forehead cleared. “So that’s why he wants me to redecorate. He’s planning on selling.”
“No, he’s not selling. He wants to keep it in the family. He wants me to have it.”
Her eyes lit up, making her look even more beautiful. “Oh, that’s wonderful, Nick. This place is gorgeous. I’ve always loved coming here.”
Something wavered inside him. “Then perhaps you’d like to stay.”
Her enthusiasm paused. “What do you mean? Rent it from you or something?”
“I mean share it with me.”
“Sh … share it with you?” she all but squeaked.
“He wants me to marry you, Sasha.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, then slowly let it out. “Good Lord.”
His sentiments exactly. His father’s ultimatum had been one of the few times in his life he’d had the rug pulled out from under him. He didn’t like the feeling. Not one bit.
“Why?” she said in amazement after a moment or two.
“He wants to give me this house to carry on the Valente name but he knows I don’t want to settle down so he’s blackmailing me. If I don’t marry you he’ll give the house to Matt.”
She shook her head. “No, this place doesn’t suit Matt. It suits you.”
He warmed to her.
“But Nick, I don’t understand why he’s chosen me for your wife.”
He shrugged. “For some reason he thinks you’re perfect for me.”
Her eyes softened. “He does?” Then she stiffened and began to shift uneasily. “That’s sweet of him, but we both know that’s ridiculous. I’ve just come along at the right time, that’s all.”
“It seems that way,” he agreed, happy to see she had a clear head on her shoulders. This was going to be easier than he’d expected. They wouldn’t have to get mixed up with all the emotional trappings other married couples had to worry about.
“So what are you going to do, Nick?”
“Marry you.”
The blood drained from her face but she soon gathered herself together. “Oh, really?”
He’d made up his mind to do this, and he didn’t expect any resistance to the idea. “He’s dead serious, Sasha. He wants a Valente to live in this house, and he wants our families to be joined.”
She shook her head. “No, Nick.”
“I don’t like it any more than you do. Frankly, marriage was never in my cards. I like being single.”
“So do I.”
That surprised him. Career women or not, most of his lady friends had wanted more than a sexual relationship. Most had wanted marriage, despite their declarations that they didn’t.
“You may not know this, but my father had a heart attack six months ago. It was only a mild one,” he assured her, seeing her slight alarm, “but he’s worried he’ll have a major one and won’t see me married before then. That’s why he’s come up with this plan.”
“Nick, I’m sorry about his heart attack, but I can’t do this.”
His mouth tightened. “Then this place will go to Matt. I suggest you get ready for some heavy modernization when you redecorate.”
She winced. “Talk to your father, Nick. He may let you marry someone else.”
All at once he didn’t want any other woman. “I know my father. He won’t want anyone but you. He can be stubborn.”
“So can I.”
“Sasha, look—”
She sprang to her feet. “Nick, stop it.” Then she straightened her shoulders, her eyes showing a spirit only hinted at while growing up. “Now, if you don’t mind, I need to get on with the job, no matter whom the redecoration is for.”
She hurried out the door, her high heels clicking on the timber floor as she headed down the hallway toward the kitchen.
Nick sat back on the sofa and contemplated what had just happened. There weren’t many women who would actually refuse to marry him. Hell, he didn’t think there were any.
But if he was getting married then so was Sasha Blake.
To him.
He just had to find a way to make it happen.
He smiled grimly. Making things happen was one thing a Valente did extremely well.
Chapter Two
Sasha finished taking measurements at the Valente mansion, then left as soon as she could. She kept expecting to turn around and find Nick there, ready to pressure her into marriage.
A marriage he didn’t want.
And neither did she.
So why was she worried? With his father giving his stamp of approval she was just a convenience, that’s all. Nick would go find someone else to marry, and Cesare wouldn’t really care as long as it was someone suitable.
Of course if Nick did marry then she’d have to work with Nick and his new wife to redecorate the house. Could she do it, knowing how much she’d been in love with him all those years ago?
Not that she was in any danger of loving him now.
No, it would be a matter of pride.
Unable to concentrate on any real plans for the redecorating until she knew what would happen to the estate, she spent the rest of the afternoon helping her mother around the house. She was preparing dinner around seven when her father walked into the kitchen earlier than usual.
In all the years she’d lived here previously, her father rarely got home before eight. Sasha suspected back then he hadn’t always been working late, and that feeling hadn’t abated since her return from London. She didn’t know how her mother coped with it all.
“I never thought a daughter of mine would be so selfish,” Porter Blake snapped with an accusing glare at her.
Sasha’s forehead creased as she glanced across at her mother, then back to her father. “What do you mean, Dad?”
“Nick Valente. He asked you to marry him, didn’t he?”
Her heart sank. Had Nick gone running to her father? “How did you know that?”
“Cesare told me. And you said no. For the love of God, why?”
She tried not to let him make her feel guilty. “I have that right.”
“No, you don’t. Your mother and I have given you everything, and you can’t even do this one thing for us.”
Sally Blake started toward him. “Porter, what are—”
“Be quiet, Sally,” he all but growled.
Sasha hated the way he talked to her mother in private. In company, butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth.
“Dad, don’t speak to Mum that way.”
Porter made a dismissive gesture. “This isn’t about your mother and me. This is about you and Nick. Dammit, girl. It’s not like Nick isn’t a good-looking young man.”
Sasha could only stare at him in dismay. “I don’t understand why you want me to marry at all.”
Her father’s eyes darted away, then back again. “The Valentes are our closest friends. It would be nice to join the two families.”
That was a crazy reason to get married. Nobody did that sort of thing anymore, or if they did she wasn’t about to do it.
“Dad, I’m not going to marry a man I don’t love just to bring two families together.”
The wind seemed to leave Porter and he sat down heavily on a chair, looking defeated. “If you don’t, then say goodbye to this house and everything we have.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If I don’t close a deal with the Valentes soon, I’ll lose my shipping business. If that happens we lose everything.”
Sasha ignored her mother’s gasp. “But Cesare’s your friend. He’ll give you the deal.”
“He’s a businessman first. If anyone undercuts my offer he’ll go with them.” He paused. “Unless you’re his daughter-in-law and then he’ll want to keep it in the family.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” she whispered.
Her father sighed heavily. “You’re right, but it’s the only chance we’ve got.”
Sasha shook her head. No, she couldn’t do it. It was too much to ask of her.
Then she caught her mother’s pleading eyes. “Sasha, darling,” Sally began. “Do you think it would be so terrible to marry Nick?”
She drew a painful breath. “Oh, Mum, no. Don’t ask this of me.”
“Darling, I have to. If not for your father’s sake, then mine.”
Sasha hated seeing how her mother always put her husband first, and no amount of talking on her part could change her mind. It was part of the reason she’d gone to London. She’d had to get away from her parents.
And from the memory of Nick Valente.
She sighed with defeat. “Do you have Nick’s address?”
Her father’s face lit up and so did her mother’s. “No, but I can get it right now.” He jumped to his feet, then hesitated. “Thank you, Sasha,” he muttered, then strode out of the kitchen.
Sasha looked at her mother, who was blinking back tears of happiness. “Darling, I’m sorry. I know—”
“Mum, please don’t say anything right now.”
Her mother flushed. “Okay. If that’s what you want.”
“It is.”
Sasha went to get her purse when her father came back with Nick’s address. It was small comfort to know she could help her parents.
At what cost to herself she wasn’t sure.
An hour later she stood in front of Nick’s apartment and rang the doorbell. Right now the cost seemed much too high a price to pay.
Oh God, if only this had been seven years ago. She’d have given anything for him to ask her to marry him back then.
She remembered that kiss in the gazebo in the summer rain. It had just happened and she’d almost melted in a puddle at his feet. He’d surely felt everything she’d felt, she’d told herself as it ended and she’d moved in closer for another one. He’d realize he loved her and couldn’t live without her and any moment he’d tell her so.
Instead he’d held her back from him, obviously appalled he’d kissed her. She’d seen it in his blue eyes that had turned from light blue to dark in a matter of seconds.
And then he’d left her there, gone back up to the main house to the party and casually taken another woman home, just like he’d been exchanging his Ferrari for another model. It had devastated her, but she’d never let him know it.
Right at that moment the door opened and Nick stood there, devastatingly handsome and undeniably male, and nothing on his handsome face giving away any of his thoughts.
He moved back to let her enter the apartment. “My father said you’d be stopping by.”
“Word gets around fast.”
She stepped through the doorway, trying to shake her feelings of the past. It was the present … now … that should concern her.
He gestured to the leather couch. “Make yourself comfortable. Would you like a drink?”
“No, I’m fine.” She couldn’t sit, and if she tried to drink anything she’d probably choke. Her throat ached with pure defeat.
His blue eyes rested on her. “So what made you change your mind?”
“My parents.” She didn’t want him to think it had been for any other reason. “I’m their only child and they really want our families to be joined.” She swallowed hard. “I can’t deny them that.”
Cynicism twisted the corners of his mouth. “I’m sure your father’s delighted.”
Her heart thudded inside her chest. Could Nick know that her father’s shipping business needed this deal?
Then she realized he didn’t know. If he did, he’d have certainly blackmailed her into marriage. Nick wouldn’t hesitate to use any leverage he could to get her to do what he wanted.
Still, she felt the need to defend her father.
She angled her chin. “Why do you say it like that?”
“Your mother’s a nice woman. I’m sure she wouldn’t pressure you into a marriage you don’t want.”
She realized he didn’t know her mother that well. If her father wanted something, then her mother was usually the go-between.
He held her gaze. “I don’t think I can say the same for your father.”
“And that’s so different from your father?”
Surprise flickered in his eyes. “True.”
She briefly appreciated her feeling of triumph. “Both my parents are happy about this marriage, Nick.”
He scrutinized her. “Why do I believe you?”
“Because it’s the truth.” She couldn’t confess her mother was happy for Porter’s sake, or Nick might get suspicious.
“Okay, let’s get down to business. First, I want to assure you that if things don’t work out we can always get a divorce later on.”
She winced inwardly at his insensitivity, or his honesty, as he liked to call it. It was the same this morning when he’d asked if his rejection had hurt her ego in the gazebo that night.
Could a man be so hard-hearted to a young woman in love with him?
Hadn’t he been able to tell she’d put her heart and soul into that kiss?