BILLIONAIRE FOR KEEPS: Book 3 (Point St. Claire, where true love finds a way) by Robyn Grady Page B
Authors: Robyn Grady
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room. As soon as she sat on the couch, Missy leaped up onto her lap. Filing her fingers down her new friend’s back, thinking about Maureen Hayes’ admission and support, Vanessa asked, “Tell me, Missy, how do you feel about babies?”
Chapter 12
A week later, Vanessa woke up with a start.
She sat bolt upright in bed, flung around a startled glance. A snow white blob, Missy Cat, was nestled at the bottom of her bed. The laptop sat open on the side-table where she’d left it around midnight. The TV certainly wasn’t on.
And yet, there that sound was again. Unmistakable. So out of place.
When the third neigh filtered in, Vanessa flung back the covers, strode to the window, opened the shade. Then she clapped a hand over her brow at the same time her jaw dropped to the ground. Meanwhile, Missy had deigned to join her. She curled around Vanessa’s ankles and leapt up onto the window ledge. Then she arched her back and hissed till there was nothing left in her feline lungs.
The horse outside was white, too. Colorful flowers were braided in its mane. The tail was… Of course, bright blue. If this wasn’t a dream, there could be only one explanation.
There he was now.
Griffin came into view, carrying a bale of hay. He dropped it on the lawn and patted the horse’s neck while it snuffled in and started to munch. Then he caught sight of Vanessa and sent a salute.
Okay. She knew what this was about. And a part of her was touched. Another part remembered the receipt she’d found on her father’s desk for that extravagant saddle. She’d never confronted either man about the discovery. She was too embarrassed for having been suckered in.
Through the opened window, she called out, “I’m not allowed a fairytale horse in my backyard.”
“I checked. You’re allowed.”
She grabbed a robe and joined him outside. The horse stomped a hind hoof, shook its blue tail.
“You’ve obviously gone to lot of trouble, but…”
He took the piece of straw from his mouth. “Too corny?”
“We’re not kids anymore.”
Funny, but this minute, those words made even more sense to her than perhaps they did to him. It really was time to grow up. Face what had to be faced and get it sorted.
Vanessa took his hand, led him toward the back landing. They sat side by side on a step.
“Griffin―”
“Wait. I need to say something first.”
She sat back. “Okay.”
“It’s stupid. Really. But I want you to know…the saddle, the blue saddle with all those glittering stones…”
She was listening. “What about the saddle?”
“Ronan gave me the idea.”
She kept a straight face. “Oh, he did.”
“We were having coffee a week after that auction. He’d made a sizeable donation and I wanted to thank him personally. Anyway I was telling him the story about you losing that toy saddle all those years ago. How I’d wanted to find it for you and but never did. The place where he bought his model boats did all kinds of custom made stuff. He phoned and I spoke to the store that morning.” His lifted his gaze from his gym shoes to her eyes. “And, well, that’s my confession. We did collaborate on that one.”
Vanessa seriously didn’t know what to say. Except maybe the truth.
“I found the receipt on my father’s desk. I saw that interaction playing out differently.” Like a manoeuvre meant to hook and rope her in.
She could still choose to see it that way, but something far more important needed addressing.
“My turn,” she said. “I want you to take a deep breath.”
He sucked in, held it. “Okay.”
“I’m pregnant.”
That breath came out in a rush at the same time he tipped back and his elbows caught his weight on the higher step behind them. He sat there looking at her for what seemed an eternity, not blinking, not moving. She had thought he’d had a brain seizure or had simply turned to stone when he finally shifted to scratch his head hard and fast.
“We’re having a baby ?”
“Early
Chapter 12
A week later, Vanessa woke up with a start.
She sat bolt upright in bed, flung around a startled glance. A snow white blob, Missy Cat, was nestled at the bottom of her bed. The laptop sat open on the side-table where she’d left it around midnight. The TV certainly wasn’t on.
And yet, there that sound was again. Unmistakable. So out of place.
When the third neigh filtered in, Vanessa flung back the covers, strode to the window, opened the shade. Then she clapped a hand over her brow at the same time her jaw dropped to the ground. Meanwhile, Missy had deigned to join her. She curled around Vanessa’s ankles and leapt up onto the window ledge. Then she arched her back and hissed till there was nothing left in her feline lungs.
The horse outside was white, too. Colorful flowers were braided in its mane. The tail was… Of course, bright blue. If this wasn’t a dream, there could be only one explanation.
There he was now.
Griffin came into view, carrying a bale of hay. He dropped it on the lawn and patted the horse’s neck while it snuffled in and started to munch. Then he caught sight of Vanessa and sent a salute.
Okay. She knew what this was about. And a part of her was touched. Another part remembered the receipt she’d found on her father’s desk for that extravagant saddle. She’d never confronted either man about the discovery. She was too embarrassed for having been suckered in.
Through the opened window, she called out, “I’m not allowed a fairytale horse in my backyard.”
“I checked. You’re allowed.”
She grabbed a robe and joined him outside. The horse stomped a hind hoof, shook its blue tail.
“You’ve obviously gone to lot of trouble, but…”
He took the piece of straw from his mouth. “Too corny?”
“We’re not kids anymore.”
Funny, but this minute, those words made even more sense to her than perhaps they did to him. It really was time to grow up. Face what had to be faced and get it sorted.
Vanessa took his hand, led him toward the back landing. They sat side by side on a step.
“Griffin―”
“Wait. I need to say something first.”
She sat back. “Okay.”
“It’s stupid. Really. But I want you to know…the saddle, the blue saddle with all those glittering stones…”
She was listening. “What about the saddle?”
“Ronan gave me the idea.”
She kept a straight face. “Oh, he did.”
“We were having coffee a week after that auction. He’d made a sizeable donation and I wanted to thank him personally. Anyway I was telling him the story about you losing that toy saddle all those years ago. How I’d wanted to find it for you and but never did. The place where he bought his model boats did all kinds of custom made stuff. He phoned and I spoke to the store that morning.” His lifted his gaze from his gym shoes to her eyes. “And, well, that’s my confession. We did collaborate on that one.”
Vanessa seriously didn’t know what to say. Except maybe the truth.
“I found the receipt on my father’s desk. I saw that interaction playing out differently.” Like a manoeuvre meant to hook and rope her in.
She could still choose to see it that way, but something far more important needed addressing.
“My turn,” she said. “I want you to take a deep breath.”
He sucked in, held it. “Okay.”
“I’m pregnant.”
That breath came out in a rush at the same time he tipped back and his elbows caught his weight on the higher step behind them. He sat there looking at her for what seemed an eternity, not blinking, not moving. She had thought he’d had a brain seizure or had simply turned to stone when he finally shifted to scratch his head hard and fast.
“We’re having a baby ?”
“Early
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