Convincing Alex
Page 39

A little confused, Bess reached for her glass as all the others were lifted. "Thank you." She sipped, relieved when the chattering started again.
How easy to fall in love with them, she realized. All of them were so warm, so open, so comfortable with each other. Her parents would never have had such a sweetly intimate conversation at the table. Nor had they ever embraced her with the verve and passion both Yuri and Nadia showed their children.
Was this what she'd been missing all of those years? Bess wondered. Had lacking something like this caused her to be so socially clumsy as a child, and, making up for it, so socially active as an adult?
Still, what she had had, and what she hadn't, had forged her into what she was, so she couldn't regret it. Well, perhaps a little, she mused, falling unknowingly into the family tradition by sneaking the dog bits of food under the table. It was hard not to regret it a little when you saw how lovely it could be to be part of such a solid whole.
Absorbing everything, she glanced around the table. And found Mikhail's eyes on her. This time she smiled. "You're doing it again," she told him.
"Yes. I want to carve you."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Your face." He reached out to take it in his hand. The conversation continued around them, as if he handled women at the dinner table regularly. "Very fascinating. Mahogany would be best."
Amused, she sat patiently while he turned her face this way and that. "Is this a joke?"
"Mikhail never jokes about his work," Sydney commented, coaxing one more green bean into her son. "I'm just surprised it's taken him so long to demand you sit for him."
"Sit?" She shook her head, and then her eyes widened as it all came together. "Oh, of course. Stanislaski. The artist. I've seen your work. Lusted after it, actually."
"You will sit for me, and I'll give you a piece. You'll choose it."
"I could hardly turn down an offer like that."
"Good." Satisfied, he went back to his meal. "She's very beautiful," he said to Alex, in such an offhand way that Bess laughed.
"I'd say that Stanislaski taste runs to the odd, but your wife proves me wrong."
Mikhail brushed a hand over Sydney's halo of auburn hair, stroked a finger down her classically lovely face. "There are different kinds of beauty. You'll come to the studio next week."
"Don't bother to argue." Sydney caught Mikhail's hand, squeezed it. "It won't do you a bit of good."
At the other end of the table, Rachel winced. Nadia leaned closer, spoke gently. "How far apart?"
Rachel gave a little sigh. "Eight, ten minutes. They're very mild yet."
"What's mild?" Zack glanced at her, and then his mouth all but dropped to his knees. "Oh, God, now? Now?"
"Not this very minute." She would be calm, Rachel told herself and took a deep, cleansing breath to prove it. "I think you have time for some of Mama's cream cake."
"She's in labor." He gaped across the table at his equally panicked brother.
"We're not ready here." Nick stumbled to his feet. "We're ready back at home. I'm supposed to call the doctor, but I don't have the number."
"Mama does," Rachel assured her husband's younger brother. Then she lifted a hand to her husband's. "Take it easy, Muldoon. There's plenty of time."
"Time, hell. We're going now. Shouldn't we go now?" Zack demanded of Nadia.
She smiled and nodded. "It would be best for you, Zack."
"But, Mama—"
Rachel's protest was cut off by Nadia's gentle flow of Ukrainian, the gist of which had a great deal to do with placating frightened husbands.
"She should put her feet up," Mikhail announced. "This helped you, yes?"
"Yes," Sydney agreed. "But I think we should wait until she gets to the hospital."
"Nine-one-one." Alex shoved away from the table and sprang to his feet. "I'll call."
"Oh, sit down." Rachel waved an annoyed hand at him. "I don't need a cop."
"An ambulance," he insisted.
"I'm not sick, I'm in labor."
"I take her in the truck." Yuri was already up, prepared to lift his baby girl into his big arms. "We get there very fast."
While the men began to argue in a mixture of languages, Nadia rose quietly and went into the kitchen to call Rachel's obstetrician.
"I've already been through this," Mikhail was saying to Alex. "I know how to handle it."
"Ha." Their father pushed them both aside and pounded a fist on his broad chest. "Me, four times. You know nothing."
"We don't have the tape recorder or the music." Nick ran a hand through his flow of sandy hair. He was desperately afraid he'd be sick. Though no one was listening to him, he continued to babble. "The video camera. We've got to get the video camera."
"Honey, you want some water? You want some juice?" When she yelped, he turned dead white. "Another one? It hasn't been ten minutes, has it?"
"You're breaking my hand." Rachel shook it free and sent a pleading look to Sydney.
"Okay, guys, back off." The steel under velvet that made Sydney a successful businesswoman snapped into her voice. "Alex, go upstairs and get your sister a pillow for the ride. Yuri, go start the truck. That's a very good idea. Nick, you, Mikhail and Griff go back to your apartment and get what Rachel needs. We'll meet you at the hospital."
"How do you get there?" Mikhail demanded.
"I have a car." Bess was watching the family drama with fascinated eyes. "We can fit three in a pinch."
"Wonderful." Dispersing the troops with all the flair of a general, Sydney gave her husband a kiss and a shove. "Get going. Zack and Nadia will ride with Yuri and Rachel. I'll go with Alex and Bess."
As the next contraction hit, Rachel began to breathe slowly, steadily. "Sorry," she said to Bess in between breaths, "to put you out."
"No problem." She had to bite her tongue to prevent herself asking what it felt like to go into labor at a family dinner. There'd be time for that later.
"I called the doctor, and Natasha." Nadia came back into the room, pleased that Sydney had organized the troops. "Natasha and her family are coming."