Bound By Their Nine-Month Scandal. Dani Collins
to afford that sort of fight. It also would have turned his mother’s anguish into nothing more than sordid muckraking in the press. He couldn’t do that to her memory.
Besides, he had perversely enjoyed his brothers’ fruitless search. If they had ever managed to unearth the jewels, he would have staked his claim. It was, after all, compensation his mother had taken with the knowledge she would never be left anything by Angelo’s father beyond the use of a run-down cottage.
As far as Angelo was concerned, this tin of jewelry was his inheritance, fair and square.
He might have let his brothers go to their graves thinking the fortune well and truly lost if the masquerade ball hadn’t presented such a perfect opportunity to collect it. If they hadn’t sold the estate in such an underhanded deal and put his mother up for auction as if they were philanthropists for doing so...
They made him sick.
As he reached the field where his helicopter waited and climbed aboard with the weight of the tin in the pocket of his cloak, he considered when and how he would reveal to them that he did indeed possess what his mother had taken.
He wanted them in the weakest possible position, fully on the ropes, when he dealt this blow. Currently, they were still living off the proceeds of selling the estate to Rico Montero. Those funds would run out quickly, given Darius’s gambling habits and Tomas’s recent divorce. When they began to look hungry, Angelo would tip his hand.
It would drive them crazy. They would want to stake a claim, but doing so would force them to admit their family connection. They would have to admit how Angelo had come to exist and how his mother had got her hands on these diamonds and pearls.
Angelo would enjoy seeing them twist and turn against each other when that happened.
Like every nearly perfect caper, however, there was one witness who could blow the whole thing apart. Pia Montero.
She could place Angelo on the estate this evening.
If she discovered who he was.
Six weeks later...
“WOULD YOU EXCUSE me a moment?” Pia said to her mother and Sebastián.
She didn’t wait for her mother’s permission or even glance to read what was likely an expression of disapproval. Her mother probably thought she was giving in to nerves, but Pia didn’t care. She rose abruptly from the table and hurried to the toilet, where she lost every bite of the lunch she’d just eaten.
What on earth?
She wrung out a cloth and dabbed the perspiration from her wan face, shocked at the violence of her sudden illness. She’d been feeling odd all week, thinking she might be coming down with something, but she wasn’t running a fever. She wouldn’t dare accuse her mother’s chef of anything less than using the freshest ingredients.
That left one obvious explanation before she went down the road of blood panels for exotic diseases.
But it was impossible. Her cycle had arrived the day after the masquerade ball. That ought to mean she wasn’t pregnant. However, she realized with another roll of her tender stomach, she hadn’t had a period since.
She couldn’t be pregnant. Couldn’t. Her mother’s top tier, preferred choice for Pia’s husband was in the dining room right now.
Think, she commanded her rattled brain, but she was too shaken and confused to even recall the dates and count the weeks properly.
She would put off reacting until she’d had it confirmed, she resolved. And she would take a test immediately.
She fought her composure back into place and returned to the dining room, but didn’t retake her seat.
“I’m very sorry, Mother. I’m not feeling well and have to go home. May I call you later in the week to try this again, Sebastián?”
“Let me drive you home.” He rose and set aside his napkin.
“I wouldn’t want to impose. Mother’s driver collected me. I’ll have him run me back.”
“Not at all. Thank you for lunch, La Reina. I look forward to seeing you again soon.”
Pia’s mother offered a meaningless smile and tilted her cheek for his air-kiss, but her glance toward Pia warned that a lecture would be forthcoming.
Moments later, Pia was beside Sebastián in his sports car.
Through lunch they had established that they both enjoyed scuba diving and beachcombing. He mostly worked out of Madrid, but had holidayed as a child in Valencia and would love to settle in this area once he was raising a family. His mother bred show dogs and he had taken a runt out of pity. He admitted to shamelessly spoiling it, which had made her mother smile stiffly while Pia had experienced a weak ray of optimism. Perhaps they could have a successful marriage after all.
“I’m very sorry,” she apologized again. “I’ve been fighting something all week and should have canceled.”
“In sickness and in health, right?” His bold calling out of today’s less than subtle agenda made her stomach roil all over again. She couldn’t lead him on if she was carrying another man’s child.
“Sebastián, I think we should slow down.”
He took his foot off the accelerator, instantly alert. “Oh, you mean—” He glanced at her, then made an abrupt turn into the parking lot of a mechanic’s garage. “Did I say something to offend you?”
“Not at all. But something has come up that makes me think it’s best if we put off discussions until the new year.”
She tried for a polite smile and a poker face, but the longer he searched her expression, the more culpable she felt. She had to look away.
He cleared his throat, then spoke carefully. “It may surprise you to hear there are very few circumstances that would put me off what we’re contemplating.”
She licked her numb lips. “You don’t realize how serious this circumstance might be.”
“I think I do.” He sounded so grave, so sure, she closed her eyes in dread.
Was it obvious? Would rumors circulate before she’d had a chance to confirm it? To discover the identity of the father and tell him?
For the first time since she was a child, her eyes grew hot and her throat swelled with the urge to cry.
“My family wants this alliance quite badly, Pia. I’m not without a checkered past that you would have to accept. Offering solutions and protection to one another is the point of this sort of partnership. Please talk to me about anything you view as an impediment to our moving forward. I’m quite sure I can accommodate you.”
She wanted to goggle at him, unable to believe he would be willing to take on another man’s child, but he reached across and squeezed her hand with reassurance.
She swallowed and found a faint smile. “Let me call you later in the week, after I’ve had time to think some things through.”
“Of course.”
He took her home, but she only stayed long enough to double-check her dates and call her sister-in-law.
An hour later, she was halfway up the coast. She stopped at a village market and bought an off-the-shelf pregnancy test, took it into a service station restroom and sat in her car a long time afterward, absorbing the fact that she was carrying a baby.
The baby of a man she didn’t know. At all.
She was a smart, responsible woman. How could she have been so careless?
She didn’t let herself dwell on the fact