don’t trust me?”
“Of course I do.”
“Then you don’t trust your father.”
She hardly dared to breathe. “What makes you say that?”
His eyes narrowed. “I’ve just realized something. This deal of his was why you changed your mind about marrying me, wasn’t it? It wasn’t only about merging our two families. Your father wanted to make sure the deal went through, so he forced you to marry me.”
Her brain stumbled. Her father would kill her for admitting this, but she couldn’t lie.
“He was worried, yes. He thought he might be undercut by a competitor.”
“So he made sure he wasn’t,” Nick said cynically.
Sasha couldn’t argue with that. Still, she had to stand up for her father. “I think it’s understandable he’d be worried about losing the tender.”
Nick’s eyes riveted on her, and all at once a mask came down over his face. Perhaps he knew the conversation was leading them places neither of them wanted to go.
He inclined his head. “You’re right.”
Thankfully Angelo appeared with their meal, and Sasha smiled and praised the food but somehow the evening had been spoiled. Talking about their families always caused friction.
They ate in silence for a while.
“By the way,” Nick said eventually. “I’ve invited a couple of people to dinner Friday night. If you could coordinate it all with Iris that would be great.”
All at once she felt a chill. “That’s only a couple of days away.”
“I know, but they’re visiting from Europe and only have Friday night free.”
“So it’s a business dinner?”
“Yes.”
“And you want me to arrange it all and host it as well?”
“Of course.”
Her heart sank at his assumption that she would drop everything for him. Not only did she have a late afternoon appointment with one of the contractors, but it reminded her of her parents, her father snapping his fingers and her mother jumping to it.
She’d sworn never to be like her mother.
“You’re quiet,” Nick said after a few minutes more of silence.
“Am I?”
He looked at her sharply. “What’s the matter?”
Her disappointment in him was immense. She should have known not to let herself get close to him again. She would only get hurt a second time.
“You brought me out to dinner to sweeten me up, didn’t you?”
His brows drew together. “What are you talking about?”
“Actually I’m surprised you even did that,” she scoffed. “Did you think I would say no, Nick? Well, you’re right. I am saying no.”
His face hardened. “No to what?”
“To arranging your business dinner and playing your hostess.”
“You’re my wife.”
She bristled. “Yes, not your slave to be told what to do and when to do it.”
He sat back, his eyes assessing hers. “Where’s all this coming from?”
“I’m sick of being expected to drop everything for everyone else. First my parents expect me to give up my freedom for them, and now you think I should just fall in with whatever plans you make.”
And truth to tell, she was sick of being a nobody to Nick. Because that’s what it all came down to. He hadn’t been interested in her years ago. He still wasn’t interested in her.
Not as a person.
A pulse began to beat in his cheekbone. “I didn’t mean to treat you like your father does.”
She gave a silent gasp. Clearly he thought of her as her father’s lackey as well. “Thanks very much.”
“You know what I mean.”
Hurt gnawed at her. “Unfortunately, yes, I do.”
His gaze rested on her face with a hint of regret. “Sasha, I’m sorry. I’ll take them to a restaurant in the city. You don’t need to come.”
She sighed, suddenly feeling bad yet knowing she shouldn’t. “Nick, if you were to ask me, then I don’t mind hosting the dinner. I just don’t like the expectation that I have to do it.”
He considered her across the table. “Then would you mind being my hostess on Friday, Sasha? I’d really appreciate it.”
Her heart thudded at the sincerity in his tone. “Yes. I’m happy to help.” She would reschedule her appointment with the contractor.
His shoulders relaxed a little, and there was an odd amusement in his eyes. “You’re quite fiery when you’re upset. I never noticed that when you were growing up. You were always quite shy.”
Shy and in love.
Her stomach did a flip at the thought. “Perhaps I didn’t want you to notice back then,” she lied.
“And now?”
She took a moment to answer as past hurts rose in her throat. “I’m older. I want respect.”
“You always had my respect, Sasha.”
“No, Nick. I didn’t.”
He went still, his eyes probing hers. “Then I’m sorry if I