Blanche's POV
"Zain."
I'd barely gotten his name out when Joanna's voice cut right through mine.
Zain turned around. "Yeah?"
Joanna sauntered over, gave me a dismissive glance, then handed him a note. "Carry needs her hair dried—now."
"Sure thing," Zain replied.
"Better hurry—she's finishing up her shower."
Joanna headed toward the bedroom.
"Got it."
Zain faced me again, but whatever I'd been about to say had vanished from his memory.
He suddenly threw in, "Our scheduled night's coming up—I'll make it home on time."
For months now, I'd blown off our scheduled nights at Alexander Villa. Zain was quietly fuming.
Another baby, the sooner the better—but my stomach remained stubbornly flat. Miss another cycle and he'd drag me to the fertility clinic.
I started to tell him I was finished having his children, but he steamrolled ahead. "You still staying at the villa, or what?"
