Page 19 of The Rented Bride
She giggled. “Of course, silly. A woman knows these things.”
“What if you don’t get pregnant?”
“You worry too much.” She kissed his neck. “Think of all the fun we’ll have trying.” Her mouth slid up his jaw.
Trent tensed. “How will your director feel when you take a break to breastfeed our child?”
She froze. He counted four heart beats of silence before she said, “What are you talking about?”
He grasped her arms and shoved her back far enough to make eye contact. “Will you stop shooting when our child cries for his mother?”
“Trent.” She tried moving closer, but he tightened his grip.
“After all, you’ll have plenty of clout on the set as part owner of Horizon Media.”
“What do you mean?” The shrill note in her voice gave her away.
Lindsey twisted free and he took a step back. She crossed her arms as if to warm herself against a sudden chill in the room.
“Trent—”
“When were you planning to tell me, Lindsey? The first day on the shoot? The day after the wedding? Or would you have let me believe there was a baby to keep me with you while you traveled half way around the world to film another movie?”
She paled and he knew he’d hit on the truth.
“Then you would what, claim you lost the baby?”
“It wouldn’t be that way.”
“Do you have any idea what that would to do me?” He paused, eyes locked with hers. “What that would do to my grandfather?”
Her lower lip quivered. “You don’t understand.”
“Don’t I?”
She shook her head. “No. I planned to have them move the film date to later in the year.”
“You don’t have that kind of pull.”
Her eyes flashed. “I ownBlood Silk.”
“A company that is one-tenth the size of Horizon,” he cut in. “At most, you would have ten per cent interest in Horizon, and I’ve been part of enough negotiations to know Horizon wouldn’t agree to ten per cent.” He lifted a brow. “I wouldn’t.”
“A month ago you would have.”
He shook his head. “Not even a month ago.”
“Listen Trent, I know how to run a production company. We can have it all. Money, success, fame and family.”
He had money. Success for him now had everything to do with family, and he’d never cared for fame. “It won’t work.”
“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” she said. “I can make this work. I’ll work hard for us, for our life. Together you and I can do anything.”
He shook his head.
Lindsey continued, “I assure you, I’m not going to let anything get in the way of our success. As my husband, you should want to support me in my endeavors, not try to squash my dreams. We can do this.”
He shook his head. “Not us. You know what I want. And this isn’t it.”
