Page 52 of Triplet Babies for My Billionaire Boss

“Tonight?” Danielle asked.

“Why not?”

She thought about it for a moment before she nodded. “I’d like that,” she said.

Instead of driving home, I drove to a restaurant I often took my business associates to. I knew the atmosphere was calming, and the press usually left me alone there.

Danielle and I walked into the restaurant, and we were taken to a quiet table for two in the back. The restaurant was decorated in light tones, and soft music floated from invisible speakers, giving a calming atmosphere.

“This is nice,” Danielle said after I ordered wine for me and sparkling water for her. “I don’t go out to restaurants often, unless it’s for a family birthday or something.”

The wine and water arrived, and we were silent while the waiter took care of our glasses.

“How are things at the office?” Danielle asked when we were alone again.

“Well enough,” I said. “Leon is about ready with a beta program for us. The press is picking up, though. I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

Danielle nodded. “I did. Do they follow you around sometimes?”

“I get the odd reporter or two that doesn’t have something better to do with his time, but generally, it’s around the release dates that I’m in the press. Sometimes, I get sick of it, but it’s not like I’m a celebrity. My life isn’t important enough for that.”

I smiled. Danielle smiled, too.

“I’ve known you my whole life, but at the same time, I didn’t know you at all,” Danielle said. She frowned. “You don’t think we’ll be seen here, do you?”

I shook my head. “I come here for a reason. I usually arrange my business meetings here because no one bothers us. And we’re technically in business together, you and I. So, we’ll just call it that if anyone sees us.”

Danielle nodded, smiling. It was good to see her mood looking up again. I hadn’t seen a genuine smile on her face for a week.

The food was good, and Danielle didn’t complain about feeling sick. I was relieved that she didn’t. I had heard of pregnancies where women weren’t able to eat at all. Where the smells alone put them off. It was still early on in the pregnancy, and I didn’t want Danielle to suffer. Things were difficult enough as it was.

We talked about our private lives, getting to know each other. It was like she had said, we had known each other for a long time, but at the same time, we were practically strangers. I learned that Danielle was creative and enjoyed poetry, that studying communications in college had been to learn about the psychology behind getting through to people.

I told her about Chrissy and about what it was like before she died. Talking to the future mother of my child about my deceased wife should have been weird, but it wasn’t. In Danielle, I found a woman that was more mature than her years, someone interesting and beautiful. It made sense that I had fallen for her.

When dinner was over, Danielle looked tired.

“Let’s get you home,” I said to her.

She nodded. When we stepped outside, it was raining. We hadn’t realized it inside. Danielle ducked her head, and I pulled her closer to me for shelter. We walked to the car like that together, and I opened the passenger door for her. When she was safe inside, I ran around to the driver’s side and climbed into the car.

“It’s strange having the house so quiet,” Danielle said when we were home.

I nodded. When my mom took Tommy for the weekend, I never knew what to do with myself. My life was hard with him in it, but it was so empty without him.

Danielle put her bag down.

“Would you mind if I took a shower?” she asked.

I shook my head. “Please, go ahead.”

I walked ahead, and she followed with her bag. I led her through to my bathroom. The guest bathroom was great, but mine had a large shower and massage shower heads. I wanted her to have the best.

When Danielle stepped into the bathroom, she commented on the size of it.

“I’ve been here before, but I can’t get used to it. It’s the size of a bedroom.”

I nodded. “It is. When you’re done, I’ll shower, too.”

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