The Secret Spanish Love-Child

The Secret Spanish Love-Child CATHY WILLIAMS New boss?love-child scandal! When plain-Jane Alex McGuire indulged in an innocent flirtation with a staggeringly perfect stranger, she never expected their paths to cross again. Meek and dowdy Alex was the ideal distraction for Gabriel Cruz in his heady playboy days? But, since running the Cruz family business has beckoned, frivolous distractions are a thing of the past?So on Alex?s first day of her new job she not only finds her perfect stranger is her boss?but she must tell him that their short affair left a lasting impression! ?I?m going to give him a bath and settle him down,? she said quietly. ?You can leave if you want to, or you can wait for me in the kitchen. I won?t be much longer than half an hour.? Gabriel could no sooner leave than he could grow wings and fly through the window. His brain, while taking in everything and already working out a series of consequences, was not functioning at all on another level. He was a father. In what could only be classified as a complete mess he was a father?because there was no doubting paternity. Yes, he could make a song and dance about dates and times and then request a DNA test, because he was nothing if not suspicious by nature, but the proof of his genetic link to the child was glaringly obvious. He could have been looking at a picture of himself aged four and a half. He remained frozen to the spot for a few minutes after she had disappeared up the tiny staircase. He was aware of noises drifting down. Very slowly he made his way to the kitchen, and this time when he inspected his surroundings it was with renewed interest. He had a child. The Secret Spanish Love-child by Cathy Williams www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk) Cathy Williams is originally from Trinidad, but has lived in England for a number of years. She currently has a house in Warwickshire, which she shares with her husband Richard, her three daughters, Charlotte, Olivia and Emma, and their pet cat, Salem. She adores writing romantic fiction and would love one of her girls to become a writer?although at the moment she is happy enough if they do their homework and agree not to bicker with one another! Chapter One GABRIEL heard his secretary?s sharp rap on his office door with a sense of relief. Perched on his desk, with her high, high heels dangling from her feet and her short, short skirt provocatively and purposefully riding high enough to expose a generous eyeful of thigh, Cristobel had been in full flow for the past twenty minutes. She needed to really start doing the shops, the wedding was getting closer by the day and everything had to be perfect and there was just no way that she was going to leave all the details to that ridiculous wedding planner his mother had insisted on hiring. She had punctuated each statement with a flick of her long, curling blonde hair and a jabbing motion with her finger, taking care to lean forward so that he couldn?t fail to notice her deep cleavage and the full swell of her breasts under the tightly pulled silk top. Cristobel was nothing if not sweepingly confident about her ability to use her body to its maximum advantage and while Gabriel would concede that he had been distracted by it for all of two minutes, right now he just wanted her out of his office and safely tucked away in whatever mind-blowingly expensive shop she favoured. He really didn?t care. He had calls to make and several reports to look at and the high pitched, insistent staccato of her voice was beginning to give him a headache. Naturally he had contained his impatience because she was, after all, his fianc?e but he had almost given his secretary a standing ovation when she had tactfully suggested that she had checked the personnel files and found a Spanish speaking employee who would be delighted to take Cristobel to Knightsbridge, where she would be able to shop to her heart?s content before she headed back to Madrid. ?But I want you to come with me,? Cristobel pouted now, leaning further forward and sweeping aside several documents as she planted her hands flat on his desk. ?It?s important for you to get involved with the planning.? ?You don?t want me involved with the planning, Cristobel,? Gabriel told her dryly. ?At any rate, you know how I feel about these things. Lavish weddings are not my cup of tea.? Nor, he mused now, were weddings of any sort, at least in so far as they pertained to him, until a year ago when he had finally and philosophically ceded to loving but insistent parental pressure. His parents were both keen to see him married and settled. They were getting older. They wanted grandchildren. Whilst they were still at an age to enjoy them. Before they died. And Gabriel had finally acknowledged that perhaps the time was right to take a wife. There was a very thin line between the desirable bachelor and the oldest swinger in town. He was now in his thirties and life had a habit of racing on. Cristobel would make a perfectly suitable wife. Her family tree was as old as his was and as wealthy. She understood the unspoken rules of the way his life operated and would abide by them. Whatever she wanted, she would have and in return she would understand that his work was a priority for him. She was also a beautiful woman, small, voluptuous and well groomed. On paper, it was a union brokered in heaven and any doubts were expertly fielded by using common sense and reason, two things which had never let him down in his life before. ?You?ll enjoy Harrods with another woman.? His phone rang and he answered it, his mind already on work, watching distractedly as Cristobel slid off his desk and stood up, smoothing down her tight cream skirt with her hands and pouting at him. She was moving towards her bag when the door opened and in walked his Spanish-speaking saviour. A number on a file somewhere in the bowels of his cutting-edge glass building, a name he hadn?t even been told because it was such an insignificant detail. But that face. The memory of it leapt out at him as though it had been lying just below the surface, nudging the edges of his consciousness. Gabriel had a moment of utter speechlessness, while Cristobel continued to sort herself out, dabbing some lipstick on her mouth and angling a little compact mirror so that she could inspect her handiwork. Alex Mcguire. He didn?t need Janet to announce her because he realised that he could put the name to the person in an instant, even though it had been years since he had last had anything to do with her. She was as tall as he remembered, as tall as Cristobel was tiny, and she still had that coltish, boyish grace he had once found so unusual and so appealing. Short dark hair, which she had always defiantly refused to grow because she just wasn?t that type of girl, the type of girl who wore stilettos and push up bras and red lipstick and tight clothes. In fact, he had never, not once, seen her in anything smart, but she was dressed smartly now, in a sober grey suit, although the shoes were still flat and the nails were still short and she still didn?t wear much by way of make-up. Alex, a newcomer to the Cruz business empire, had followed Gabriel Cruz?s secretary along the opulent top floor of the offices in a state of nervous tension. At first, when she had been summoned from her lowly office on the first floor, she had steeled herself for a worst case scenario. Had she sent the wrong invoice to the wrong, very important client? Mistyped something critical? Used the wrong tone of voice to the wrong person on the telephone? She might just be a small cog in the finance department, but rumour had it that nothing escaped the mighty Gabriel Cruz?s eagle eye and mistakes were never allowed to slip through the net. She needed this job. The salary was so much higher than what she had been getting before and when she thought that she might have blown it by doing something stupid, something that might require a personal summons by the great man himself, then her stomach had twisted into desperate knots and brought her out in a cold sweat. But then she had been told that she was wanted for her translating abilities and she had relaxed a bit. She could speak Spanish fluently, had been assiduous in maintaining it even though she hadn?t been back to Spain for a little over five years. Mr Cruz, she had been told, needed someone to visit the shops with his fianc?e because he couldn?t possibly spare the time and his fianc?e?s grasp of English was limited. Now, as she stared at the legendary Gabriel Cruz, sitting behind his desk, a massive handmade creation which blended various shades of wood and looked as though it cost the earth, she felt the room begin to swim around her. Her throat felt dry, her brain seemed to decelerate to a standstill and a hot, burning tide of horrified colour swept into her face. She had to blink because the sight of the man in front of her was so extraordinarily, terrifyingly unexpected. Reason tried to push its way through the tangled chaos of her thoughts, telling her that this couldn?t possibly be the guy she had known all those years ago, because the guy she had known had not been called Gabriel Cruz and he certainly hadn?t been some kind of mega-billionaire, but the testimony of her eyes was telling her otherwise. She had to take a deep breath to steady herself. But she couldn?t look at him. The resemblance was just too uncanny. Maybe it was just seeing this type. The sinfully good-looking Mediterranean type. Her brain had formed some weird ridiculous link, hence her feeling of being catapulted back in time. ?Well?? Cristobel demanded in Spanish. She looked at Gabriel sourly. ?Is this the girl who is supposed to come shopping with me?? Gabriel was back in control. There was no point in playing catch up games now. ?She speaks Spanish. And, as I have said, I can?t spare the time at the moment.? ?Look at her! How is she going to know where to take me?? ?Excuse me?? Alex interrupted, clearing her throat and forcing a polite smile on her face. Did they think that she was a pot plant to be spoken about as though she wasn?t in the room? ?If you tell me what sort of stuff you?re looking for?? She couldn?t bring herself to look at the man lounging indolently behind the desk. Her imagination had been working overtime but she still wanted to get out of that office as quickly as possible. Any longer and she might just start wondering what would happen if Gabriel Cruz really was her Lucio and there was no way that she was going to play mind games with herself and get lulled into visualising how catastrophic that would be. ?I need clothes,? Cristobel snapped. ?I need trinkets for my boxes to go on the tables. I need something exquisite for Vanya.? She moved behind the desk and wrapped her arms around Gabriel. ?And I cannot imagine this girl being able to help me. She has barely said a word since she entered! Darling?? she brushed her lips against his neck and he gently but firmly disentangled her from him ??is there no one else in this place who speaks Spanish? I need someone on my wavelength. She doesn?t even know how to dress!? Alex gritted her teeth together. ?I apologise for being a bit lost for words?? she reluctantly allowed her gaze to flit over Gabriel ??but for a minute you reminded me of someone I used to know, Mr Cruz. Sir.? She hurriedly averted her eyes to Cristobel, who didn?t look dressed for a shopping trip in the middle of winter. ?I tend to dress in a practical fashion but I know where all the trendy places are.? ?I am not looking for trendy. I am looking for classic.? ?Yes. Well. Those too.? ?I suppose you will have to do. My coat is in the cupboard.? Feeling as bulky as a bodyguard, Alex fetched the coat and followed in Cristobel?s imperious wake, half listening to the further list of things that needed sorting out, half thinking her own thoughts because just seeing Lucio?s doppelg?nger had opened a door to a bank of memories and now they wafted through her mind, overpowering her attempts at control like a poisonous gas. Making love to Lucio, laughing, talking until the early hours of the morning and then making love again so that she was exhausted when she rose in the morning to help out in the kitchens where she had been working for part of her gap year. Learning the hotel business while polishing up her Spanish and also developing a healthy tan. And, disastrously, falling in love. Eighteen and in love with the most gorgeous man alive. Boys had always been a known quantity for her. She had four brothers, for heaven?s sake! She had known how to relate to them, how to talk about football and rugby and cars. She had even had a couple of boyfriends, drank beer with them and got freezing cold watching football matches in the depths of winter but nothing had prepared her for meeting Lucio. He had been everything a girl could ever dream of, a raven-haired, black-eyed, broodingly and impossibly sexy Spanish alpha male, not a boy but a man and one who had taken her girlish inexperience and turned it on its head. Five years? worth of uninvited memories were her companions for the remainder of the day and Alex returned to her desk six and a half hours after she had left the office, wrung out and with barely any time to spare. For the first time that day, she succeeded in relegating the disturbing procession of memories out of her head because she was in such a rush to get back to her little terraced house in West London. She was rummaging in her bag, trying to locate her Oyster card for the underground and save herself the daily embarrassment of holding up a queue of belligerent rush hour office workers while she frantically tried to find the elusive little plastic folder, when her telephone rang and she automatically picked it up, sticking the receiver under her chin so that she could continue her hunt. Gabriel Cruz?s voice, that deep, lazy drawl with its slight foreign intonation, brought her to a screeching halt and she felt her heart speed up. She had done a pretty good job convincing herself that her boss was not a spectre from her past. Gabriel Cruz had never been a broke, nomadic hotel worker. He had always had bucket-loads of money. His family, apparently, could trace their heraldic roots back to the dawn of time. She had managed to elicit that much from Cristobel and the information had finally silenced any lingering fears, but hearing his disembodied voice now made her think that time had somehow managed to rewind, throwing her back to that small hotel in Spain. ?Come up to my office. Now.? ?I?m?I?m sorry. Sir. Mr Cruz. I can?t. I?m on my way out. Perhaps it could wait until tomorrow?? ?How long have you been working for my company?? ?Three weeks,? Alex said weakly, glancing frantically between the door and her watch. ?Long enough, in that case, to know that I do not appreciate my employees clock-watching. So that you are crystal clear on the matter?I wasn?t issuing an invitation to my office; I was giving you an order.? ?Everything went fine today! I think your fianc?e managed to get through most of what she wanted to?? ?In my office. I will give you five minutes.? He disconnected and pushed himself away from his desk. It bugged him that he had not been able to get Alex?s image out of his head. He told himself that it was a futile exercise to dwell on what had happened between them. He had enjoyed many women in his life and had never had any problem in relegating them to history once they had ceased to be a part of his life. So why had he found it so difficult to stop thinking about this one? Was it because she had appeared out of the blue and had caught him unawares? Or was it because she held the unique position of having been the only woman he had bedded who had never had an inkling of his material worth? He didn?t know. What he did know was that she had played havoc with his concentration. He was also keenly aware that thinking about another woman when he was engaged to be married in four months? time was entirely inappropriate. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the gleaming surface of his desk. It was Friday. It was nearly five forty-five. He had dispatched his secretary, who was accustomed to routinely working overtime. The majority of his employees who occupied the outer offices would have packed up and gone and the remaining directors on the top floor would be ensconced in their offices, cutting deals and making calls until they were summoned home by irritable wives and partners. He should be doing the same. Working. But his brain seemed to have malfunctioned and he had found himself hunting down the company internal directory and then tapping in to Alex?s extension because hell, he couldn?t allow her to continue to wallow in the illusion that he was a stranger, could he? A stranger who bore a remarkable resemblance to someone in her past! She couldn?t really believe that, could she? But, just in case she did, it was his job to disabuse her because she worked for him now and such a delusion would be downright unethical. When she finally knocked on his door, he found that he was looking forward to their little chat. ?You wanted to see me.? Alex could feel her stomach churning as she hovered indecisively by the door, ready for flight. ?I did.? Gabriel didn?t stand. Instead, he sat back and devoted one hundred per cent of his attention to acknowledging how little she had changed. Remarkable. She must be what now?? Twenty-three? Twenty-four? And she still hadn?t succumbed to the polish and finesse to which most young people in the capital seemed to aspire. ?Come in.? He gestured expansively to one of the chairs positioned in front of his desk. ?Have a seat. I would offer you coffee but Janet, my personal assistant, has already left.? He shrugged and offered an apologetic smile. Alex wondered whether a man of his importance was incapable of working a coffee machine. ?I?I really can?t stay?? Gabriel frowned. ?Maybe you didn?t quite understand me when I told you that I don?t tolerate clock-watching in my employees.? ?I know. And I?m more than happy to work overtime, but I need a day?s notice. As it is, I?m already really late for?? Gabriel raised one imperious hand. ?Not interested. Whatever date you?ve got lined up will have to wait. There are a few things we need to discuss.? He thought that he had swept all traces of her from his mind but he must have been mistaken because there was a familiarity about her that was strangely disconcerting and he was aware that the faintest colour scored his slashing cheekbones. D?j? vu slammed into him with pulsating intensity and suddenly he could remember everything about her, right down to the smallest details, the tiny freckles across her shoulder blades, the way she always smelt of the pine soap she liked to use, the sounds she used to make when he ran his hands all over her body. The memories stole into his head like destructive gremlins and he banished them without conscience. ?What things?? ?You said that I reminded you of someone you used to know. Tell me.? ?Wh?what?? ?And stop clinging to that door knob as though you?re on the verge of collapse! I told you to sit down!? Alex could barely hear herself think. The blood was rushing through her and, even though she could see a precipice yawning open at her feet, she was still desperately happy to kid herself that everything was fine. She was having an inconvenient conversation but that was the extent of it. ?I?I really have to go, Mr Cruz. I have?obligations. I know you hate clock-watchers but?? ?I told you. Cancel your date. It?ll be a lot easier than you think.? Alex tried not to look resentful in the face of his implacable smile. In fact, she was trying hard not to look at him at all. ?Okay.? She angled her body away from him and spoke in a low, hurried voice, explaining the situation and lacing her request with a thousand apologies. Then, feeling a bit calmer, she turned to face him. ?So.? Gabriel watched as she gingerly sat down. Her body language was shrieking discomfort. ?This guy you tell me that I remind you of.? ?It?s not important. I thought you called me here to find out how my day with your fianc?e went.? ?Okay. Shall we use that as our starting point? How did the day go? Feel free to speak your mind. It?s something I encourage in all my employees.? Alex refrained from pointing out that he hadn?t much liked it when she had spoken her mind and told him that she had to leave the office. ?The day went very well. She?s demanding but I think she got a few things accomplished.? ?Yes,? Gabriel mused thoughtfully, ?I can imagine that you might have found Cristobel a little challenging. What else did you think of her?? ?I don?t think it?s my place to say, sir.? ?There?s no need to keep repeating sir at the end of every sentence. So I take it that you two didn?t get along?? ?I think she found my translating skills very useful.? ?I?m beginning to get the drift.? ?She?s a very?a very?polished woman?? She had broken out in a film of perspiration because she suspected that traps were being laid, except she had no idea where the traps were. If she inadvertently stepped on one, would it signal the end of her career? Women, apparently, had a great deal of influence over their men, or so she had read somewhere, and if the mind-numbingly empty-headed socialite Cristobel decided to blacken her name, then she might very well find herself out of a job before she had had a chance to even get her feet under the table. But there was no way that she could pretend a rapport where none had existed. Nor was she finding it comfortable to look at him, which meant that she was addressing her answers to her feet. Hardly the sign of an efficient rising executive in his dynamic company. An uncomfortable silence lengthened between them until Alex was eventually driven to look up at him and, as their eyes tangled, she felt her skin begin to prickle. The thread of reason that had held sway throughout the course of the day, the notion that there was no way that this man was the same one who had invaded her life and turned it upside down, began to fray at the edges. When he said softly, ?Would that guy you remember have gone by the name of Lucio??? Alex barely heard him. His words floated around her head and then, like laser-guided torpedoes, shattered through her protective barriers and her eyes widened in shock and dawning horror. ?How?how did you know?? The truth had already sunk in but, in her determination to block it out, she had subconsciously created all sorts of pointless justifications in her head as to why the guy sitting in front of her, oozing sex appeal and power, couldn?t possibly be the Lucio she remembered from years ago. Lucio had been broke. He hadn?t descended from the Spanish hierarchy. And surely he hadn?t been as tall or aggressive or dangerously masculine as this man? ?I?m surprised you don?t recognise me, Alex. I recognised you the second you walked through my door. You know, in a way, I?m a little offended but I?ll rise above that.? ?But?but your name?s not Lucio?it?s?it?s?? A great chasm was opening up at her feet and she tried not to stare down into its dark abyss. ?Lucio is my middle name.? Having laboured to avoid looking at him at all, Alex now felt driven to stare as her memory of Lucio overlapped and merged with the reality of Gabriel Cruz, one and the same person, and of course she had been a complete fool to have thought otherwise. His was not a face to be forgotten, even with the benefit of some serious wishful thinking, and if she had found him good-looking back then, he was scarily sexy now. Time had taken the guy of twenty-six and honed him into staggering perfection. And he was engaged. ?I don?t understand,? Alex stammered in complete confusion. ?What don?t you understand?? ?You lied to me? All those years ago? When I saw you in this office, I just thought you resembled the guy I used to know. Why would I think that you had lied to me? I knew someone who didn?t have much money and liked the simple things in life. Who were you?? Gabriel?s lips thinned and he flushed darkly at the wounded accusation in her voice. She had always been upfront and honest. It had been one of the things he had enjoyed about her. No games, no subterfuge, no hidden agendas. No way was she going to understand his harmless pretence and now he felt like a bastard, which didn?t sit well with him because he was someone accustomed to always feeling pretty good about himself. ?I indulged in a piece of innocent fiction,? he drawled with a shrug of his broad shoulders. And it had been innocent. Saddled with the weight of responsibility from a young age and already prematurely jaded by the nature of women and the lengths they would go to in order to fall into the bed of a man with money and power, the lure of allowing Alex to believe that he was no more than an ordinary guy who happened to be working at a nearby fancy hotel, had been irresistible. For the first time in his life, he had left his gilded cage and tasted a certain freedom. The vague, nebulous feeling that somewhere, buried deep inside, he had protected that memory, was something that Gabriel barely registered on a conscious level. He was not one of those weak men who wasted time indulging in a load of pointless introspection. He certainly wasn?t going to start now. ?A piece of innocent fiction? What?s so innocent about lying to someone?? She was momentarily distracted by the shocking concept of having been wilfully duped. She had fallen head over heels with a guy who had thought so little of her that he had found it okay to spin her a bunch of lies about himself. How big an idiot had she been? ?I believed every word you told me about yourself!? ?Your memory?s playing tricks on you. I never told you anything about myself.? ?You allowed me to believe that you were an ordinary guy! You took walks on the beach with me and we ate out at cheap and cheerful restaurants and you sympathised with the fact that I was broke and all the time you were actually Gabriel Cruz, mega-rich and mega-powerful! You played with the truth and, as far as I?m concerned, that?s the same as lying! You weren?t really working at the Tivoli, were you?? On the fringes of her mind, she knew that this was all irrelevant but she shied away from confronting her truly ugly dilemma. It was easier to postpone that by taking refuge in the details of his deception. ?I was, in a manner of speaking.? ?What manner of speaking would that be?? ?I own the Tivoli Hotel. At least, I do now. At the time, I was in the process of acquiring it.? Alex?s mind reeled. How was it that she had never questioned his self-assurance? His confident charm? The effortless way he seemed to command the space around him? She had just found it unbelievably thrilling. So different from the boys she had known who had seemed like toddlers in comparison. She wondered whether they had gone to cheap places because he would have been safe from recognition. Rich people wouldn?t have been seen dead in cheap tapas bars frequented by local fishermen so the chance of him inconveniently bumping into a fellow millionaire acquaintance would have been nil. And, hard on the heels of that thought, came another, even more sickening one. She had committed the grave error of telling him that she loved him and he had scarpered. Sure, he hadn?t done a midnight flit, but as good as. He had let her down gently, explained that she was young, that they had had fun, that she had her whole life in front of her. He had been immune to her distraught expression and had kindly set her aside when she had clung to him. It had been a sobering experience but over time she had managed to persuade herself that she had had the misfortune to have invested all her youthful love in someone who hadn?t felt the same towards her. These things happened. The music charts were littered with singers crooning on about broken hearts and unrequited love. She was working out now that, even if he had been madly in love with her, which he hadn?t been, he still would have walked out of her life because he was Gabriel Cruz and there was no way he would ever have hitched his wagon to a nobody. Hadn?t she met his fianc?e first-hand? Hadn?t she seen for herself what he was all about? Rich men needed all the right trappings and that applied to everything, from houses to cars to fianc?es. On every level she was waking up to the fact that she had been an even bigger fool than she could ever have imagined possible. ?So,? she said slowly, very, very angry now, ?let me get this straight. Five years ago, you pretended to be someone you weren?t for a bit of fun. I?m right about that, aren?t I? Were you bored with fawning rich girls? Was that it? So you decided that you?d take a bit of time out and pretend to be just like everybody else and I just happened to be the poor schmuck who landed up in your path.? ?You?re overreacting!? ?I am not overreacting! You may be rich and powerful but that?s no excuse to manipulate other people! I trusted you!? ?I didn?t manipulate you,? Gabriel muttered, ?and I didn?t do anything with you that you didn?t enjoy!? He raked restless fingers through his black hair and Alex followed that graceful movement with a compulsion that terrified her. She didn?t want to think about exactly how much she had enjoyed all those things he had done with her. ?That?s not the point! The point is, I might have liked having an idea of the person I was dealing with!? ?Why? Would you have behaved differently? Expected a bit more? Five-star hotels, perhaps? Four-poster feather beds and my limo to ferry you everywhere?? ?That?s a horrible thing to say!? ?Why is it horrible? Call me cynical, but I?ve noticed that a healthy bank balance brings out all sorts of predictable behaviour patterns in women.? From the unusual position of self-defence, Gabriel fell back on the dispassionate air of someone delivering self-evident truths. ?Yes, well, believe it or not, there are some women who would run a mile from a man with a healthy bank balance.? Gabriel gave a roar of incredulous laughter, which made her even more furious. ?Really? Let me think about that?No-o-o?don?t think I?ve ever met that particular species?? ?Would you mind telling me why you summoned me here?? ?Why do you think, Alex?? He linked his fingers behind his head and leaned back. ?You don?t seriously imagine that you can carry on working for me and kidding yourself that you don?t know who I am, do you?? Alex steeled herself to meet his gaze levelly, without flinching. She was thinking fast now, thinking about all the different ways his reappearance might jeopardize the life she now led, thinking that the last thing she wanted was for him to start picking her out from the herd. It wasn?t likely. He was almost a married man. But what if he decided to play catch up games, just for the heck of it? There was too much at stake. ?You?re right,? she conceded quietly. ?I shouldn?t have?have let my feelings run away with me. It?s been a bit of a shock but I?m over it now. You caused me a lot of sleepless nights when you walked out of my life?? she forced herself to smile wryly at him ??but that was a long time ago. It was just an eye-opener hearing the truth about who you were. If I reacted a little over the top, then I apologise?? Gabriel was watching her carefully, his eyes narrowed. Her volte face was almost as dramatic as her outburst had been. His initial thought was that she was waking up to the fact that there was such a thing as kicking up too much of a fuss. She could reasonably get away with a little, given their past connection, but he was her boss and she was expendable. Hence her strategic back down. Less welcome was the suspicion that she was trying to get rid of him, but he decided to discard that option. ?Apology accepted,? he drawled, his sharp eyes picking up the way her mouth tightened at that. Sorry, he realised, was something she certainly wasn?t feeling. God, he?d forgotten how feisty the woman was. He?d forgotten how refreshing it had been to be with a woman who didn?t tiptoe around him. He?d put into mental cold storage that memory of being able to drop his cynicism and function with an openness he had never had and didn?t have now. Crazy, inappropriate memories. ?If that?s all, then??? Alex sprang to her feet and snatched up her bag from where she had earlier dumped it on the ground next to the chair. It didn?t take a genius to figure out that she couldn?t wait to get out of his office. Gabriel stood up with his usual lithe, easy grace and strolled over to where she was making a hasty beeline for the door. ?So?? His voice exuded the lazy confidence of a man who expected to be obeyed the second he opened his mouth and, sure enough, Alex paused in her tracks and turned to look at him. ?Where can I find you??? ?What?? Her face drained of colour. Find her? Why would he want to find her? ?I mean, which department do you work for?? ?Why?? Alex asked cautiously. Gabriel could feel irritation getting the better of him. ?Because I might need your services again,? he told her bluntly. ?Cristobel comes to London on a regular basis. It would be helpful if you could act as her tour guide if I am not available.? Had he meant to say that? Maybe not, but her desperation to get away from him was annoying. Alex lowered her eyes, cut to the quick. Was he that thoughtless that he could suggest some kind of bonding experiment between his ex-lover and his wife-to-be? How thick could one guy get? But then hadn?t he proved that his only concern was himself? He had wanted time out five years ago and so he had lied to her and used her. Now, he might need a Spanish translator and so he would demand her services and to heck if she found the arrangement inappropriate. Put in an impossible situation and already coming to terms with the fact that there was too much at stake for her to remain in her job, Alex raised her eyes to his and ignored the way her pulse quickened as his dark gaze swept over her. She remembered the way he could make her feel. She reasoned that that was why her body felt so tingly, as though she had suddenly become uncomfortable in her own skin. ?That?s not going to happen,? she told him quietly. ?I?m not paid to babysit your fianc?e whenever she happens to be in London. I also didn?t enjoy my duties today. You may be crazy about your fianc?e and I?m really happy for you, but there?s no way that I?m going to be ordered to go shopping with her again. We aren?t similar and we didn?t get along. We tolerated each other because neither of us had a choice.? She took a deep breath and found that her hands were shaking so she stuck them behind her back and bunched them into fists. ?Today?s been a bit of a shock. It?s a weird coincidence that I?ve ended up being employed in your company but there?s no reason why we should have anything further to do with one another. We?ve both moved on with our lives. I wish you all the best but when I walk out that door, I really don?t want to see you again.? She fled with the last word, even resorting to taking the stairs rather than wait in mounting anxiety for the lift to arrive. She?d always wondered how things might have turned out had she been able to get in touch with him all those years ago?tell him about Luke. Now he was getting married and his life was in a different place. He had moved on, found the perfect partner. Alex realised that she would just have to accept that there were some waters that could never be disturbed. Chapter Two ALEX handed in her resignation the following Monday. There were a lot of questions and raised eyebrows but Alex played it down, using the old time worn favourite about family problems. No one liked to ask too many questions when confronted with someone else?s family problems, especially when the someone else in question had only been employed by the company for less than a month. She felt a pang of sharp, bitter regret as she quickly and efficiently cleared her desk, but she had had a night to think over the situation and there was no way that she could continue working in the same company as Lucio/Gabriel. He would have had no qualms about ordering her to flit around London with his fianc?e, looking at stupid bits of fabric and translating ridiculous questions about shoe colours and flower arrangements. He might even have seen it as fitting punishment, considering she had laid into his wife-to-be with brutal honesty. She barely gave consideration as to how this development would impact on her meagre finances. She had been too busy making sure that she vacated the smoked glass building with the minimum of fuss and under the radar of Gabriel?s eagle eye, should he happen to be around. It was just a stroke of luck that his offices were on the top floor, safely out of harm?s way. One week later and she had managed to land herself back into her old job, which had seemed a miserable step backwards but she could hardly afford to turn the money away. And her old boss had been nice enough about her slinking back with her tail between her legs. No awkward questions. No snide remarks. He had accepted her vague waffle about things not living up to expectation and installed her right back into her swivel chair in front of the computer in the small reception area. Which was where she was precisely eight days later when Gabriel showed up. She didn?t see him. She was busy putting the finishing touches to a document she had been given to edit, racing against time, which was what she always seemed to do the minute the clock struck four-thirty. From the small corridor, Gabriel?s eyes quickly and efficiently scanned the room, for the office was really just one big room, amateurishly divided into cubicles by flimsy partitions. The weather had turned chilly and it was cold. So cold, in fact, that, as his eyes rested on her downbent head, he became aware that she was typing quickly, wearing fingerless gloves and with a woolly hat pulled down low so that only the ends of her short dark hair were visible. The smart get-up in which he had last seen her dressed as she had sat across from him in his office had been abandoned in favour of a pair of jeans and a grey jumper. He guessed that she would be wearing trainers. She had once told him that she had not possessed a pair of high heeled shoes until she turned seventeen and had to attend her grandfather?s funeral. Gabriel wasn?t entirely sure why he had attempted this trip halfway across London but she had lodged in his brain like an irritant and he hadn?t been able to clear his head of her image. He had finally persuaded himself that he should see her to make sure that she was all right. She had quit without notice and he had, after all, once been her lover. He felt duty-bound to satisfy himself that she hadn?t done anything crazy. She could be impetuous. And she had seemed pretty overwrought the last time he had seen her. Having successfully attained the moral high ground, he had done the unthinkable and cancelled his meetings for that afternoon, choosing to drive instead to her office, having had someone verify that she was back working there. It was some minutes before anyone noticed him and then his presence was announced via a network of urgent whispers and giggles until someone who must have been the section supervisor headed towards him. Alex, he noted with dry amusement, was lost in a world of her own, immune to the flurry of attention his appearance had aroused. It took no more than a curt nod in her direction to halt the supervisor in her tracks and he felt a moment of gleaming satisfaction as Alex looked up, met his gaze and instantly blanched. She pulled off the woolly hat and her hair responded by sticking up in little dark spikes before she made an attempt to smooth it back into obedience, standing up and pulling off her gloves at the same time, the focus now of all attention as he continued to lounge indolently in the doorway. She was red-faced when, after a whispered conversation with her supervisor, she eventually made her way nervously towards him. ?What are you doing here?? was the first thing she said, barely containing her anger. ?Do you know, I had forgotten how tall you were.? ?You haven?t answered me!? ?I don?t like having prolonged conversations in doorways.? ?And I don?t like being hunted down!? ?Why don?t we go and discuss this somewhere a little less in the glare of your colleagues? Anyone would think they had never seen a man before.? They hadn?t, Alex thought resentfully. At least not a man like him. She was maintaining a healthy distance and trying to work herself up into an appropriate lather of anger and condemnation but, even so, she was still acutely aware of the power of his presence and the latent strength that vibrated under the veneer of his expensive tailored suit. That she had once known that body as well as she knew her own was just something else that threatened to undermine her defences. ?What do you want?? She glanced at her watch as they walked out into the fading light. ?I want to know why you quit your job.? ?Why do you think?? Alex raised mutinous eyes to his, remembering her old self and how much she had moved on from that place. How much she had been forced by circumstances to move on. ?I have no idea. Do I still get to you that much?? ?Don?t flatter yourself, Lucio! Or whatever you choose to call yourself!? She turned on her heel and his hand shot out, catching her by her wrist. ?The name is Gabriel. Use it!? ?You?re hurting me!? Gabriel dropped her hand and she rubbed her wrist with her fingers, making a production out of nothing. He hadn?t hurt her. Far from it. That feel of his flesh against hers was like having a branding iron planted on her skin. Her whole body was on fire and trembling and tingling. Under her jumper and her fleece, she could feel her nipples tighten and begin to throb as they rasped against her lacy bra. It was an appalling reaction. ?So tell me why you quit. Did you have a nostalgic yearning to return to an office where the central heating?s obviously broken and the dodgy fluorescent lighting is enough to induce seizures?? ?What does it matter?? But there was resigned weariness in her voice now and she had stopped walking. As if sensing the shift in atmosphere, Gabriel remained silent and stared down at her upturned face. It was nearly five and the pavements were busy with the usual trawl of workers leaving their offices and kids heading back from after-school activities. He pulled her out of the weaving crowd. ?You were pretty upset the last time we met.? ?Can you blame me?? ?It?s been a long time.? And I can still get under your skin. Alex read that wryly accurate postscript to his baldly spoken statement and blushed, although she didn?t say anything, just started walking again, heading towards the bus stop. ?Where are you going? I?ll drive you.? More silence and Gabriel clicked his tongue impatiently. Always alert to the nuances of other people?s reactions, he was picking something up now, something unspoken and unsettling. He quickly dismissed that airy-fairy notion as his imagination and instead chose to focus on the surprising fact that this woman from his past, whose image must have been floating really close to the surface of his memory banks because three seconds in her company and he could recall every detail about her, was still affected by him. Why else would she have quit her job? He had done a bit of checking, found out how much more money she had been offered for the post in his company. Walking out on it would not have been the response of someone who had relegated him to the past. He was only human to have felt a kick of satisfaction at that idea. ?Could you give me a minute, please?? She made a hurried phone call and then turned back to face him. ?Who the hell do you keep calling?? Gabriel demanded irritably. ?Why do you ask? Is it forbidden for someone to make a phone call when they?re with you?? ?I don?t remember you being so stroppy.? ?There?s a caf? just around the corner. If you can?t talk in an office, then I can?t talk in the middle of the street.? And talking was something they had to do except there was no way that she was going to do, that in his car. It didn?t take the intelligence of a genius to figure out which one was his. The office was located in a fairly busy side street but it was by no means a classy area. The parked cars were uniformly serviceable, except for the gleaming black top-of-the-range BMW tucked away between a scooter and a hatchback. She imagined slipping into the passenger seat of his car, with the door shutting firmly behind her and knowing that there was no escape route unless she chose to hurl herself out of the car at forty miles per hour. Gabriel shrugged but his levels of irritation were rising steadily. He wasn?t sure what he had hoped to achieve by descending on her at her workplace but it was beginning to rankle that his reception was somewhat less than warm. He had, after all, only traipsed over out of the goodness of his heart because he wasn?t comfortable with the notion that she had quit her job because of him. ?I can understand that you might be a little upset,? he began as soon as a cup of black coffee had been placed in front of him. ?You think that you were lied to?? ?I was lied to?? ?You?ve got to get your head around the fact that the world is a different place for the seriously wealthy.? ?You mean it?s a playground,? Alex responded bitterly, staring down into her coffee, which had been stirred into a swirling brown whirlpool. If she shifted just a tiny bit, her knees would touch his and, to avoid that happening, she made sure to tuck her legs to one side. ?You can do whatever you want to do and then sit back and blame the fallout on the fact that you play by a different set of rules.? ?There?s no point going over all of this,? Gabriel offered with a slight shrug. ?You deserve an apology and I?m big enough to provide you with one. Does that make you feel better?? ?Why did you bother to come here?? ?To offer you your job back,? he was surprised to hear himself say, although, once the words had left his mouth, he was pretty happy with the decision. Was it possible, he wondered, for a man to be more generous? Alex looked up at him in surprise and inwardly flinched because just being so physically close to him was like being hit with a sledgehammer. ?Why would you do that?? ?You were being paid twice as much as you?re getting at that hole you?ve thrown yourself back into. Thanks to me?? he let her think about that for a few seconds, happy to take the credit for his magnanimity ??you felt obliged to leave a perfectly good job with excellent prospects and a shed-load of benefits. That situation does not sit well with me.? He took a sip of his coffee and sat back, eyeing her thoroughly over the rim of his cup. He had always wondered what he had seen in her because she was so unlike the women he had dated. Not just physically, but mentally and intellectually. He was still wondering. The woolly hat and the fingerless gloves had been secreted in the bowels of her oversized bag, but her face was bare of make-up, aside from a bit of mascara and the remnants of some lip gloss. Her nails were unpolished and, sure enough, she was wearing a pair of trainers, which were eminently practical but hideously unfeminine. She worked in an office but she would have looked right at home in the middle of the countryside mucking out. He caught himself wondering what kind of house in the country would suit her, favouring something small and thatched and totally impractical when it came to mod cons, and he nipped his wandering thoughts in the bud. ?In fact, I am willing to up your salary as compensation for the headache.? ?When are you getting married?? ?Come again?? ?Your fianc?e didn?t mention a date. I think she was too busy being indecisive about the flowers.? Gabriel frowned. He didn?t particularly want to talk about Cristobel. In fact, she hadn?t once crossed his mind since she had returned to Spain three days ago. ?March,? he said abruptly. ?A spring wedding. How nice.? ?I didn?t come here to talk about Cristobel.? ?How did you meet her?? ?Is it of any importance?? ?I?m curious.? ?I met her at?a party. Something arranged by her parents.? Broadly speaking, it was the truth. He had met Cristobel exactly one year ago and, were he to be brutally frank, he would have described their meeting as contrived, just as he would have described their wedding as arranged. It suited him. His parents were keen for a grandchild and, as his middle thirties loomed, he too felt the time right to get married and settle down. He had played with some of the greatest beauties in the world and tying the knot with someone of equal social standing as himself seemed an acceptable arrangement. He didn?t want to think beyond that. ?When did you meet her?? ?This is ridiculous!? He stirred restlessly in his chair and beckoned the waitress across for a refill of coffee. He was irritated to see Alex glance at her watch again. ?I met her a year ago.? ?And was it love at first sight?? One glance at Cristobel had told her that she was just the sort of woman Gabriel would have found satisfactory. Good wife material. And spending a day in the other woman?s company had solidified that impression. Cristobel would make the perfect society wife. She had an inbuilt contempt for people who were not of equal social standing and the self-confident, demanding manner of someone whose life has been cushioned by wealth. Alex could see the diminutive, curvaceous blonde rattling off orders in a sprawling mansion in Spain somewhere and bossing around the hired help while her husband worked all the hours God made and multiplied his already shockingly vast fortune on a daily basis. How strange to think that this was the same guy who had worn jeans and old T-shirts and eaten paella from a plastic plate at a great little caf? on a beach. She cut short the thought. Right now, he thought all her questions were pointless. Maybe he thought that she was still so consumed with him that she was desperate to know everything, even though knowing everything was just twisting the knife in an open wound. Would he die a thousand deaths if he knew how important it was for her to find out about him? ?Where are you going with this?? ?I?m playing the catch up game.? She tore her eyes away from his disturbing, fabulous face and settled her gaze on the less stressful sight of her slowly congealing coffee. ?In that case?? Gabriel leant forward, resting his elbows on the small table and shoving his cup to one side; the sudden closing of distance between them was as dramatic as a blowtorch directed at a lump of wax and Alex instinctively pulled back in alarm ??why don?t you tell me a little bit about yourself? For example, why you?ve looked at your watch six times since we sat down? In a hurry to meet someone?? As far as Gabriel was concerned, this could only signify the presence of a man in her life. Maybe she had to scuttle back to the domestic front to do some vital house cleaning chores. Not for her husband. No wedding ring there and if there was something he knew about this woman, it was that she was nothing if not in love with the idea of romance. He watched intently as pink colour seeped into her cheeks and felt a sudden, inexplicable rush of anger. So there was a man in her life. Why should he be surprised? She might not conform to the stereotype of a beauty, but there was certainly something about her that appealed. Hadn?t that something drawn him in all those years ago? Made him forget himself? Made him wonder if sanity didn?t lie in overthrowing convention and allowing the unexpected to dictate his responses? In the end, years of ingrained reason had won out. He wondered what the mysterious guy was like. Obviously no kind of big earner or else she wouldn?t have gone shooting back to her averagely paid non-job the second she had walked out of his building. But then, to be fair, money had never been a big deal for her. Still, what kind of guy forced his woman to work at a job she clearly didn?t want to do? The picture forming in his head was of someone weak and poorly paid. Who knew? Maybe she was the breadwinner! ?Well?? he pressed, keen to find out whether his conclusions were on the right track. ?There is someone in my life,? Alex confirmed softly. Having anticipated a positive response, Gabriel was stunned to find himself at a complete loss for words. He almost wished he hadn?t brought up the topic of conversation because what she got up to in her private life was hardly his concern. He had enough on his plate with his own private life and a fianc?e who was driving him round the bend with her elaborate wedding plans. ?I?m glad about that,? he said briskly. ?So, about my job offer?? ?I think I?ll stay where I am, but thanks anyway.? ?There?s no profit in being a martyr, Alex. You obviously need the money?? ?What makes you say that?? she asked with surprise and he pushed himself away from the table, all the better to really look at her. She had, he admitted to himself, the most amazing eyes. Large, dark pools that were once as transparent as glass and full lips that promised laughter. He knew the shape and the feel of her small, high breasts, now totally concealed under her functional jumper. A flash of uncomfortable warmth surged through him and he quickly gathered himself. ?If you didn?t need the money, you would have taken your time to find another job. Also, I recognise the trainers. Five years is a pretty long time to hang on to a pair of shoes because you like the sparkly bits on the side?? Just like that, Alex was catapulted right back to the past, to those glorious, heady days when every single day trembled with promise. It was precisely the last place she wanted to be. She rustled in her bag and fished out her wallet with trembling hands, not looking at him and not caring what he read into her abrupt reaction. ?I really don?t think memory lane is appropriate, do you?? she said curtly, pulling out some change and dropping it on the table. ?Considering you?re engaged to be married!? She had thrown that at him as a timely reminder, in the hope that he would be stung into retreat, but it had the opposite response. Instead of embarrassment, Gabriel threw his head back and laughed and, when his bout of amusement had subsided, he said softly, ?You always did look very fetching when annoyed. And, speaking of inappropriate, isn?t it inappropriate to be jealous when you have someone in your life as well?? ?Don?t flatter yourself!? Alex said through gritted teeth, red with anger. ?And there?s no need to pay your way.? ?There?s every need to pay my way!? She knew that she was teetering on the edge of sounding childish but her head felt as though it was going to explode. She just wanted to scream to an unkind fate Okay, you win! I give up! ?Your car!? She spun round to look at him and was further enraged to see the traces of amusement lingering on his beautiful mouth. What did he have to snigger about? ?That great big gas-guzzling BMW I spotted outside the office, I take it?? ?Tsk, tsk. Don?t tell me you?re going to deliver a sermon about global warming.? ?I wouldn?t waste my breath!? Gabriel was enjoying this rampant display of fire. The Alex he had known had been outspoken, yes, but her sharp tongue had never been directed at him. Oh, no, in his company she had been all soft and pliant and wonderfully warm and willing. He should have been outraged at most of what she had said to him since their unexpected crossing of paths, but he wasn?t. He was intrigued. ?Okay. Hands up, in that case. The gas-guzzling monster is mine.? He beeped it open from a distance and was surprised as she stormed towards it and then stopped dead, with her hand on the passenger door. ?You?re asking me for a lift?? ?You offered me one earlier.? ?And you informed me that the bus was good enough.? ?I?ve changed my mind.? ?In that case, hop in. Give me your address. I?ll put it into my sat-nav?? Now he was seriously curious but more than willing to go along for the ride. He wondered if these were delaying tactics before she accepted his wildly generous offer to give her back her job on a silver platter and decided that it probably was. Pride was all well and good, he thought dryly, but it didn?t pay the bills. He was slightly disappointed at this pedestrian conclusion to their little meeting, but she would have been a complete fool to have resisted his offer. Especially if she needed to support a half-baked layabout. ?Did you own this when I met you? When you were riding around on a motorbike? Was this in storage somewhere? Having a little holiday while you passed the time of day with the hired hand?? Gabriel?s good mood vanished like dew on a summer?s day and his lips thinned. ?Don?t put yourself down. I don?t like it.? Alex hadn?t realised the depth of her bitterness and was shocked by it. Yes, she still thought about him, which was only natural, but she?d really believed that she had come out the other side of the tunnel. Now a little voice whispered that surely she hadn?t. If she had, wouldn?t she have found someone else by now? Moved on? It was what people did after they had learnt their lessons. He had moved on. He was on the threshold of getting married! He had moved on big time! She gave him her address and watched as he expertly typed it into the gizmo on his dashboard. She noticed that he hadn?t answered her question about whether or not the car had been his when he had been busy pulling the wool over her eyes and decided that it probably hadn?t. Didn?t really rich people change their cars as frequently as most normal people changed their toothbrushes? ?You were going to go into hotel management,? Gabriel remarked, pulling away from the kerb and glancing across to where she was as still and as stiff as a marble statue. Why had she asked for a lift if he was going to be treated to the silent treatment? he wondered. ?Plans changed.? ?How so?? Alex twisted so that she was looking at his profile. When he turned and their eyes met, she forced herself not to look away. She was also, she decided, going to make a heroic effort to drop the bitterness, which wasn?t going to get either of them anywhere. She had had her say and now was the time to take a deep breath and move on. ?You?ll see.? For the first time, Gabriel felt a twinge of unease. He looked at her but she was staring out of the window. Her neck was long and slender, all the more apparent because her hair was so short, and at this angle the lashes framing her large almond-shaped eyes were long and thick. She had confessed early on in their relationship that she had always been a tomboy, the consequence of having so many brothers. She looked anything but a tomboy, even in her sloppy clothes and the woolly hat which she had stuck back on. Shockingly, his body kicked in and that shook him so much that he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and applied his mind to the business at hand. The areas through which they drove alternated between cramped and rundown to just cramped until she pointed to a tiny terraced house at the end of the street and instructed him to get parked wherever he could because it was always hell finding an empty slot. ?So you have a car?? ?No. I only go on what I see.? Her heart was beating fast and hard and nerves had kicked in with a vengeance. She literally felt sick and she had to take a few deep breaths before she opened her car door. ?I?m?I?m really sorry?? she said in a low voice, glancing at him over her shoulder. ?Sorry for what?? Gabriel threw her a sharp look but she was already turning away and slamming the door behind her. ?Sorry for what?? She didn?t reply, leaving ample time for him to brood over her enigmatic statement as she yanked off the woolly hat and inserted her key in the lock, pushing open the front door to a flood of light in the small hallway. Gabriel had a few seconds, during which he took in that it was a bright, welcoming space but small. Much smaller than his place in Chelsea, which was only a two-bedroomed apartment but probably three times the size of her house. There also seemed to be a great deal of clutter. Coats, jackets and various other items of clothing were hung on a coat rack that was groaning under the weight and there was a little collection of shoes which seemed to have started out life in a neat line against the wall but had ended up in a chaotic heap. Did the guy share the house with her? For some reason, he didn?t like that idea. ?Wait here.? ?With the door open? Or am I allowed to shut it?? ?Just wait here and I?ll be back in a couple of minutes.? Gabriel discovered that he was too bemused to argue the toss. He closed the door and leaned against it, his hands in his pockets while he idly scanned the space around him. Yellow walls, a small staircase leading up to what could only be one room, surely, and a bathroom. To his right, the door was ajar and he could glimpse pale walls and the edge of a flowered sofa. Ahead was probably the kitchen and some sort of study, he expected. Not much more. She returned so silently from a door to the side that he didn?t initially register her presence and, when he did, it took him a second or two more before he registered another presence. A kid. ?You never answered my question. Are you going to reconsider my job offer? It?s pretty generous, if I say so myself. In fact, I can?t think of any other person who would put themselves out to re-hire someone who had walked out of their job for the reasons you gave.? ?Gabriel?this is Luke?? Gabriel, forced to acknowledge the child, nodded and resettled his gaze on Alex. ?Mum?can I have some ice cream now? Can I? Susie said I could?? ?Susie said no such thing, you cheeky little monkey!? From behind him a tiny round girl emerged, grinning as she slung her bag over her shoulder and she ruffled Luke?s hair, which produced a little frown before he straightened it. All of this Gabriel noticed in a daze because his brain had seized upon that one word?Mum?and stuck there. He had straightened and was scarcely aware of the enquiring look that Susie directed to Alex before she bustled out of the house. ?Luke, say hi to Gabriel?? ?Only if I get some ice cream.? ?Out of the question, big boy!? But Alex was laughing as she lifted him up and walked towards Gabriel. He looked like a man who had opened an envelope only to discover a letter bomb inside. Alex, on the other hand, was aware of a spreading sense of relief. This had been an inevitable meeting from the very first moment she had stepped into his office and realised that her past had finally caught up with her. She had made a half-hearted attempt to tell herself that things would be better left alone. That Gabriel was engaged, due to be married to a woman he loved and on the brink of starting his own family. That she would be doing him a favour in keeping this secret to herself. She had quit her job, prepared, in the heat of the moment, to just do a runner and deal with the fallout when it happened later down the road. But, time and again, her thoughts had returned to the glaring, naked, unavoidable truth: Luke deserved to know his father, even if it would forever be in the context of a less than ideal situation. ?How was playschool? You?re a messy little grub!? He was twisting in her arms now, curious to find out who the stranger in the house was. Without the benefit of direct comparison, she was only now waking up to the startling physical similarity between father and son. The same dark hair, although Luke?s was a curly mop?the same dark eyes?and that olive tint that spoke of his Spanish ancestry. Also that smile and the tiny dimples that came with it. Her heart restricted and she felt a fierce, overwhelming, protective love for her son. ?I?m going to give him a bath and settle him down,? she said quietly. ?You can leave if you want to or you can wait for me in the kitchen. I won?t be much longer than half an hour.? Gabriel could no sooner leave than he could have grown wings and flown through the window. His brain, while taking in everything and already working out a series of consequences, was not functioning at all on another level. He was a father. In what could only be classified as a complete screwup, he was a father, because there was no doubting paternity. Yes, he could make a song and dance about dates and times and then request a DNA test because he was nothing if not suspicious by nature, but the proof of his genetic link to the child was glaringly obvious. He could have been looking at a picture of himself aged four and a half. He remained frozen to the spot for a few minutes after she had disappeared up the tiny staircase. He was aware of noises drifting down. Very slowly, he made his way to the kitchen and this time, when he inspected his surroundings, it was with renewed interest. He had a child. And his child was being brought up in conditions that were, if not completely basic, then certainly bordering on it. He felt the slow build of anger and brought all his formidable willpower into play to stamp on it. From where he was sitting, life as he knew it was over but he would still have to deal with the consequences. All the paraphernalia of a young child imprinted itself in his head like a tattoo. There was some kind of booster seat gadget attached to one of the kitchen chairs and various plastic utensils on the draining board. He walked across to the fridge and examined the infantile drawings randomly spaced under fruit magnets. Happy family drawings that ostensibly did not include any father figure. So there was no guy in her life. When she had talked about her involvement with someone else, she had been referring to her son. Their son. He barely deciphered the strangely proportioned pictures he was staring at or the spidery writing underneath. In his head, his eyes were still locked in unwilling fascination on his son?s. There were a thousand questions pounding through his head. In short, he couldn?t wait for her to return. Chapter Three OF COURSE he wasn?t going to leave. Alex had given him the option but she had no doubt that Gabriel would be waiting for her when, after forty minutes, she eventually made her way down the stairs. Luke, sensing tension in the air, had played up, demanding story after story and finally holding her to ransom by extracting a promise of ice cream for the following day before he grudgingly consented to close his eyes. Without her son as a physical barrier between her and Gabriel, preventing any displays of anger, she felt naked and vulnerable and fairly terrified as she made her way quietly down the stairs to the kitchen. She reminded herself that she was no longer the impressionable teen she had been years ago when she had fallen under his spell. Then, she would have done anything he asked. She was the puppet and he the puppet master. When he had walked away from her she had fallen to pieces but pregnancy and having a baby, making her way in life as a single mother, moving to London so that she could build a career for herself, which had been nigh on impossible at home, with her family in Ireland, had toughened her up. She might be scared of his reaction but she wasn?t going to cower. Those bracing sentiments were nearly blown to smithereens as she walked into the kitchen to find him sitting on one of the chairs. There was a half drunk glass of orange juice in front of him and he had swivelled the kitchen chair away from the table so that he was facing the door. Waiting for her like an executioner. ?Would you like something hot to drink?? she said, opting for some semblance of politeness before open warfare began. ?Tea? Coffee? Or more orange juice?? ?Is that all you have on offer? What about some whisky? Or gin? I think I?m in need of something a little stronger than tea or coffee.? Faced with the unthinkable, Gabriel could feel himself descending into that unknown territory known as The Emotional Response. It was a route to be avoided at all costs. He had been presented with a problem and the problem would not go away because of his reaction to it. ?I have some wine. It?s not very good but it?s the best I can do.? Alex poured them both a glass and suggested they sit in the lounge. His silence as they walked there was even more unnerving than if he had been bellowing in her wake. In fact, it sent shivers racing up and down her spine. ?So,? he said once he was seated, ?when were you going to tell me? Or were you going to bother to tell me at all?? Alex gulped down some wine and then nursed her glass as she stared with a wildly beating heart at the rug on the floor, given to her courtesy of her parents, who had campaigned against her moving to London but, having finally bitten the bullet, had proceeded to kit her small house out with stuff they vaguely labelled unwanted bits and pieces but which she knew had been bought new. She visibly jumped when he repeated his question in a voice with icy bite. ?When did you find out?? Gabriel changed tack, enraged by her silence. Was he supposed to feel sorry for her? Her drawn face and miserable, sagging demeanour suggested it but, having had his foundations rocked to their core, his sympathy levels were non-existent. He had never considered the whole issue of children but, when he had, it had been in an abstract way. They would come along at some point in time, as yet undecided. He was engaged to be married but not once had he considered Cristobel as a mother, although he would have been hard pressed to analyse why. If pushed, he would have said that he just wasn?t into kids. He would be a father because that would have been the expectation. Now, faced with the reality of his own child, he was outraged that he was five years late in having any input. During that time, had there been any men on the scene? Of course there would have been! She might not be all curves, but she was as sexy as hell. Any guy with two eyes in his head would see that. ?Well?? he asked in a clipped voice, keeping his unwanted thoughts about other men well to the back of his mind. ?Are you going to answer me or are you going to sit there in silence and expect me to mind read?? ?You?re making me nervous!? ?You deserve to feel nervous.? ?Why would that be?? She raised angry eyes to him and clenched her hands into tense fists. ?You?re the one who did the vanishing act because you didn?t want to be tied down to a foreigner you met in passing! You?re the one who lied about his identity so that when I found out I was pregnant and tried tracing you I kept running into a brick wall!? Suddenly the room seemed way too small and she stood up and walked across to the window ledge, perching on it and gripping the wood so tightly that her knuckles were white. She felt as though she had to put a little distance between them because the closer she was to him, the less capable she was of thinking rationally. It was like being eighteen all over again and she didn?t like the feeling. Being held hostage by her emotions once could be called an excusable error of judgement. Being held hostage by her emotions a second time would definitely come under the heading of suicidal. ??? ???????? ?????. ??? ?????? ?? ?????. ????? ?? ??? ????, ??? ??? ????? ??? 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