The Secret Valtinos Baby: The Secret Valtinos Baby. KIM LAWRENCE
observed, ‘He’s treating you to a charm offensive. Well, if you must have a serious talk with him, it’ll be easier not to have Elyssa grizzling for her lunch and her nap in the midst of it. Phone me when you want to steal her back.’
And once again, Merry had reflected how very, very lucky she had always been to have Sybil in her life, standing by her when life was tough, advising and supporting her, in short being the only caring mother figure that she had ever known. Sybil had cured the hurts inflicted by her kid sister’s lack of interest in and impatience with her child and, although Merry knew her aunt had been disappointed when she became pregnant without being in a serious relationship, she had kept her disappointment to herself and had instead focused her attention on how best to help her expectant niece.
‘Lunch,’ Angel told her carelessly, carting a large luxurious hamper in one hand.
‘I’ve got a terrace out the back. Since it’s sunny, we might as well eat there,’ Merry suggested, preferring the idea of that casual setting in which she thought Angel would be less intimidating.
‘This is unexpectedly pleasant,’ Angel remarked, sprawling down with innate grace on a wrought-iron chair and taking in the pleasant view of fields and wooded hills visible beyond the hedge.
‘This was Sybil’s Christmas surprise for us,’ Merry explained. ‘Her last tenant was elderly and the garden was overgrown. Sybil hired someone to fix it up and now Elyssa will have somewhere safe to play when she’s more mobile.’
‘You’re very close to your aunt,’ Angel commented warily. ‘She doesn’t like me.’
Crystalline blue eyes collided with his in challenge. ‘What did you expect?’ she traded.
Angel had not been prepared to meet with a condemnation that bold and unapologetic and his teeth clenched, squaring his aggressive jaw, the faint dark shadow of stubble already roughening his bronzed skin accentuating the hard slant of his shapely mouth.
‘Yes, you ensured I had enough money to survive but that was that,’ Merry stated before he could remind her of the reality.
Angel sidestepped that deeply controversial issue by ignoring it. Instead he opened the hamper and stacked utensils and dishes on the table and asked where his daughter was. After all, what could he say about his treatment of Merry? The facts were the facts and he couldn’t change them. He knew he had done everything wrong and he had acknowledged that. Didn’t his honesty and his regret lighten the scales even a little? Was she expecting him to grovel on hands and knees?
‘Wow...this is some spread,’ Merry remarked uneasily as she set out the food and he uncorked the bottle of wine and filled the glasses with rich red liquid. ‘Where did it come from?’
‘From one of my hotels,’ Angel responded with the nonchalance that was the sole preserve of the very rich.
Merry placed a modest selection of savoury bites on her plate and said tensely, ‘What did you want to discuss?’
‘Our future,’ Angel delivered succinctly while Tiger sat at his feet with little round pleading eyes pinned to the meat on his fork.
‘Nobody can foretell the future,’ Merry objected.
‘I can where we’re concerned,’ Angel assured her, every liquid syllable cool as ice. ‘Either we spend at least the next ten years fighting it out over Elyssa in court or...we get married and share her.’
Merry studied him over the top of her wine glass with steadily widening pale blue eyes, and then gulped in more wine than she intended and coughed and spluttered in the most embarrassing manner as she struggled to get a grip on her wildly fluctuating emotions. First he had frightened the life out of her by mentioning a court battle over her beloved daughter, and then he’d sent her spinning with a suggestion she had never dreamt that she would hear from his lips.
‘Married?’ she emphasised with a curled lip. ‘Are you crazy or just trying to unnerve me?’
Having forced himself to pull the pin on the marriage grenade straight away, Angel coiled back in his chair and savoured his wine. ‘It’s an unnerving idea for me as well. Apart from my mother, who wanders in and out of my properties, I’ve never lived with a woman before,’ he admitted curtly. ‘But we do need to think creatively to solve our current problems.’
‘I don’t have any problems right now. I also can’t believe that you want Elyssa so much after one little meeting that you would sink to what is virtually blackmail,’ Merry framed coldly, eyes glinting like chipped ice in the sunlight.
‘Oh, I would sink a lot lower than that and I think you know it,’ Angel traded without shame, unyielding dark golden eyes steady with stubborn resolve. ‘I will do whatever I have to do to get what I want...or in this case to ensure that my daughter benefits from a suitable home.’
‘But Elyssa already has a suitable home,’ Merry pointed out, working hard to stay calm and appear untouched by his threat of legal intervention. ‘We’re happy here. I have work that I can do at home and we have a decent life.’
‘Only not by my standards. Elyssa is my heir and will one day be a very wealthy woman. When you’re so prejudiced against spending my money, how do you expect her to adapt to my world when she becomes independent?’ he demanded with lethal cool.
Merry compressed her sultry mouth and lifted angrily out of her seat. ‘I’m not prejudiced!’ she protested. ‘I didn’t want to depend on your money. I simply prefer to stand on my own feet.’
Angel dealt her a perceptive appraisal that made her skin tighten uneasily over her bones. ‘Like me, you have trust issues and you’re very proud.’
‘Don’t you tell me that I have trust issues when you know absolutely nothing about me!’ Merry practically spat back at him in her fury. ‘Newsflash, Angel...we had two sexual encounters, not a relationship!’
Angel ran lingering hooded dark eyes over her slender figure and her aggressive stance, remembering that fire in bed, how it had stoked his own and resulted in a conflagration more passionate than anything he had ever known. As a rule, she kept that fire hidden, suppressed beneath her tranquil, prissy little surface, but around him she couldn’t manage that feat and he cherished that truth. Anger was much more promising than indifference.
Merry planted her hands on her curvy hips and flung him a fierce look of censure. ‘And don’t you dare look at me like that!’ she warned him, helplessly conscious of that smouldering sexual assessment. ‘It’s rude and inappropriate.’
Angel shifted lithely in his chair, murderously aware of his roaring arousal and the tightness of his jeans and marvelling at the reality that he could actually be enjoying himself in her company, difficult though she was. A slow-burning smile slashed his lean, strong face. ‘The burn is still there, glyka mou,’ he told her. ‘But let’s concentrate our energies on my solution for our future.’
‘That wasn’t a solution, that was fanciful nonsense!’ Merry hissed back at him. ‘You don’t want to marry me. You don’t want to marry anybody!’
‘But I’ll do it for Elyssa’s benefit because I believe that she needs a father as much as she needs a mother,’ Angel asserted levelly. ‘A father is not expendable. My father was very important in my life, even though he wasn’t able to be there for me as much as he would have liked.’
Unprepared for that level of honesty and gravity from a man as naturally secretive and aloof as Angel, Merry was bemused. ‘I never said you were expendable, for goodness’ sake,’ she argued less angrily. ‘That’s why I let you finally visit and meet her.’
‘How much of a relationship did you have with your own father?’ Angel enquired lethally.
Merry’s face froze. ‘I didn’t have one. My mother, Natalie, fell pregnant by her boss and he was married. I met him once but his wife couldn’t stand the sight of me, probably because I was the proof of his infidelity,’ she conceded uncomfortably. ‘He never asked