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ОглавлениеSADIE STILL HAD doubts over her decision to come to Rome with Antonio, just as she’d had doubts for the last two months that moving back to England was the right thing to do. She still worried about the way Antonio had emotionally blackmailed her, using all they’d once had to get her to agree to marriage, but it was his threat to take Leo from her that had made any other option impossible. She’d always wanted to give him a chance to be a father, for Leo’s sake, but she didn’t know if she could forgive him for using Leo like that.
The idea of marriage to a man who’d turned his back on her when she’d needed him most and then blackmailed her wasn’t one which sat comfortably with her. Worse than that was the way he’d made her feel at just seeing him and that was before he’d caressed her face and looked at her with desire in his eyes, reminding her of all they’d once shared. No, she was adamant: their marriage would be in name only.
Leo, however, didn’t show any such doubts. After a period of initial shyness as Antonio’s plane had taken them to Rome, he was now embracing the new male figure in his life, although he didn’t yet have any idea that Antonio was his father. That had been a condition of accepting his terms: being able to tell Leo herself, when she was ready, exactly who Antonio was.
‘Mamma, Antonio can take us to see real Romans. Can we? Please?’ Leo enthused as he climbed into her lap while she sat on the terrace, trying to take in the fact that she was in Rome—with Antonio.
‘Then I guess we should,’ she said, hugging Leo to her.
‘Bene.’ Antonio’s voice startled her and she looked up at him as he came out onto the terrace. ‘We shall go today.’
He was dressed, not in the finest suit, as he had been when he’d called at her Milan apartment, but in jeans and a shirt. Casual suited him. And made him look very sexy. Hastily she pushed the thought aside. She wouldn’t be going down that particular path again.
‘Don’t you have to work today? Wasn’t that why you were rushing back?’ She regarded him suspiciously, trying hard not to read anything into the smile he gave Leo, as if they were co-conspirators.
‘I am the boss, remember. I want to be here with Leo. I want to get to know him’ He looked down at her as he stood next to her, his closeness sending sparks of attraction sizzling over her skin. ‘I also want to get to know you—more than I did before.’
‘Leo is very excited about it, aren’t you, Leo?’ She looked down at her son and hugged him, desperate to hide her desire for Antonio and prevent Leo being hurt or let down. This had to happen. Antonio had to get to know his son. It was time for her to share her son, but was Antonio man enough, able to be a father, able to love Leo as he deserved? Until she knew the answer to that she couldn’t let her emotions control her. She had to bury all that resurging desire.
He held out his hand to Leo. ‘Shall we go now?’
Sadie waited, expecting Leo to turn and hug her legs as he usually did when strangers wanted to interact with him, but to her amazement he slipped from her lap and ran across the terrace to take Antonio’s hand.
The arrogant rise of Antonio’s brows told her he knew exactly what she’d thought Leo would do and she couldn’t help but feel that somehow he was scoring points over her. Was he challenging her to be as welcoming?
As Leo clattered excitedly through the luxury of the antiques-furnished apartment, Sadie braced herself for Antonio’s displeasure. An apartment like this was not a place for a three-year-old boy, which was why she’d spent so much time on the terrace, giving him the freedom he craved. It had seemed safer than chancing any of the furnishings, which looked exactly as if they’d been lifted from his ancestral home.
To her utter amazement, Antonio laughed and the sound did something to her, as if in that unguarded moment he was truly himself. It chipped away at a little bit more of the wall she’d erected around her heart after he’d turned his back on her.
‘Leo, take it easy!’ Sadie called after him, getting up, needing to do something.
‘Don’t,’ Antonio said and reached for her as she moved towards the door into the apartment. She stopped instantly, his touch scorching through her blouse. ‘He is young and I just want him to enjoy himself.’
‘But all your furniture, all those lovely antiques.’ She wanted to pull her arm away from his touch, to stop him holding her, however gently. It made her remember that he was dangerous, but remembering would only open the door to her heart again.
‘I know what it is like to be a boy running through the grown-ups’ world where nobody notices you. It’s not much fun. Let him be a boy,’ Antonio said and thankfully let her arm go, but he smiled at her in a way which melted her heart and reminded her of Leo. ‘We will go out now if it makes you more comfortable.’
* * *
Antonio’s memories of his childhood had been thrown wide open as he’d watched Leo career around his apartment and he wondered why the hell he’d chosen such furnishings. Was it because that was all he knew, because anything else would be as good as admitting he wanted something he’d never thought possible—a warm and loving home? Images of Leo at the centre of such a home filtered into his mind. It thrashed home the point that he was incapable of being a loving father; Leo was alone, just as Antonio had been unless he’d sought the company of Mario, the friendly gardener who’d given him more attention than his father had ever done.
The sight of his son as he’d tumbled around the room with excitement was a sharp contrast to what he’d known as a boy; by replicating that cold environment he’d avoided considering that there were other ways of doing things.
Now, as they walked inside the ancient walls of the Colosseum, Leo’s attention darting everywhere, he knew what he was experiencing right now was exactly what he wanted—time with his son, to be a father. Sadie had already made it clear, even if she’d told Toni and not him, that she wanted to be married, wanted a father figure for her son, and that was exactly what he intended to be. A proper father. He would give his son all he’d been deprived of by a cold and unfeeling father. He’d had all the luxuries money could buy, but he’d never had that all-important and much-wanted father’s love.
All his life he’d known his duty was to his family, to keeping the good name which had been passed from generation to generation, but now none of that mattered. It was very clear to him where his duty really lay and that was in the little boy who was taking in his surroundings with great interest, and the woman he’d confided in Sebastien about after the avalanche who would have been the one for him had his family not pushed him down an alternative route.
‘I have arranged for our banns to be read for the first time this Sunday,’ he said calmly as Sadie stopped to look out across the remains of walls built long ago. She didn’t look at him, but he noticed the tension in her shoulders as she stiffened beside him.
‘I don’t want any fuss. All we need to do is sign a register.’ She still didn’t look at him, but behind her sunglasses he knew her green eyes would be full of determination. It flowed from her now like the power of the incoming tide and he admired her all the more for it. ‘There is no need for family or friends.’
‘It will be a civil ceremony, with the required witnesses, of course.’ He knew exactly who he wanted to be witness to his marriage, but as yet he hadn’t put in motion the plans to make that happen.
He’d waited to see if Sadie wanted her parents to be there, but she appeared as keen as he was to do this quietly and quickly, without any family. Sebastien and Monika would be perfect witnesses.
‘When?’
‘We shall be married two weeks from today.’ He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed that she didn’t seem to be putting up much of a fight any more. It certainly wasn’t because the desire and passion they had once shared had taken over.
‘So I have two weeks to change my mind.’ She turned and looked at him and he tried hard to read the expression on her face behind her sunglasses. Was she considering changing her mind? Could it be that she was holding out for more than her parents’ financial security or a father figure for Leo? Annoyance filtered through him. They would be married as planned. He would be a proper father to his son, create the family home he’d never had and do whatever was necessary to achieve that.
There was no way he’d let Sadie back out of it now; that wasn’t an option as far as he was concerned. Sadie would become his wife. Leo was already his heir, whatever name was on his birth certificate. That was another subject which needed to be dealt with—once they were married.
‘The time for that has long since passed, Sadie. You accepted my terms and we will be married.’ He tempered his voice, aware of Leo’s presence, although he was preoccupied with everything around him at the moment. Even so, he’d been witness to far too many stern conversations between his parents as a child and he wasn’t about to expose his son to the same.
‘Can I see the Romans now?’ Leo stood between them, looking up at him, those large dark eyes constricting his heart. He wanted to love his son, wanted to let his emotions have free rein, but he’d been brought up to believe that displays of emotion were a weakness and he wasn’t sure if he could change that.
‘Sì, sì, then we shall get some delicious gelato.’ Antonio couldn’t help being thankful for Leo’s intervention in his and Sadie’s discussion—and for making his first day out as a father memorable.
* * *
Sadie knew it wasn’t the end of the conversation, but she was thankful that Antonio hadn’t wanted to pursue it in front of Leo. It showed he at least thought of Leo, considered his feelings in all this. Could she be wrong about him?
‘I think that sounds like a fantastic idea, don’t you, Leo?’ She took her son’s hand and tried to ignore the sizzle of tension which rippled between her and Antonio. ‘Let’s go.’
As they neared the Roman soldiers Sadie pulled out her phone, an automatic reaction whenever there was an opportunity to capture a moment of Leo’s life. She took several photos of Leo grinning happily beside a Roman soldier and smiled to herself. She had so many of those precious memories captured, not just for herself but in the hope that one day she could show his father.
A stab of guilt hit her. Antonio had never seen any of those moments, never heard Leo as he’d tried to say his first word or watched as he’d taken his first steps. But he was the one who’d chosen to ignore that final letter. She shouldn’t feel guilty; it wasn’t her fault. It had been his choice.
‘I have lots of photographs of Leo,’ she said as she became aware of Antonio watching her. Whatever choices they’d made, he was still Leo’s father and she owed it to her son to bring Antonio into his life. She just needed to guard her heart, hang on to her emotions and not fall in love with him all over again.
‘I would like to see them.’ He stepped closer to her, instantly making her pulse leap in the way only he’d ever done. ‘But it is time for a family photograph, no?’
He took out his own phone and asked a nearby tourist to take their photo and, before she knew what was happening, Sadie was standing very close to Antonio, who held Leo in one arm and pulled her against him with the other. She forced a smile to her face as the tourist took several shots, trying to ignore the intense heat of Antonio’s touch, his body against hers stirring up all the desire and longing from four years ago. Time hadn’t dulled the heady passion.
‘Grazie.’ Antonio thanked the tourist and took back his phone and looked at the photo. She watched as a range of emotions swiftly crossed his face. Then, just as quickly, they were gone; he put Leo down and slipped his sunglasses back on. The controlled Antonio Di Marcello was back in place, the moment of softness with his son over—or had she imagined it?
As they made their way back to the busy streets, the atmosphere of the past left behind within the walls of the Colosseum, she couldn’t help thinking it was a shame that their past couldn’t be consigned behind high walls so easily. Maybe then she wouldn’t have to fight a growing attraction for the man who’d let her down in the worst possible way.
* * *
Even though it had been a week since their day out at the Colosseum, Sadie felt as if it had only just happened. Leo had settled into his new home far better than she’d ever thought possible, but his attachment to Antonio was becoming stronger and she worried that he would be let down, as she had been.
That worry intensified as she flicked through one of the glossy celebrity magazines she’d bought the previous day. The image she saw staring back at her brought everything that had happened that day sharply into focus. Her mastery of the Italian language wasn’t perfect, but she could translate the majority of the article which accompanied the photograph of the three of them outside the Colosseum.
Had it been an opportunistic photographer who had witnessed that single moment when the three of them had become a family, or had it all been set up by Antonio? He had, after all, made it perfectly clear he would do anything to be in Leo’s life. Was this his way of ensuring she didn’t back out on the marriage?
All day she stayed in the apartment, even though Leo didn’t like the confinement. She was worried by the thought that other photographers would do the same and while Antonio was at his office she tried to occupy Leo. It kept her mind from exploring those questions, but once Leo was tucked up in his bed and asleep she knew there was only one way to get the answers she wanted.
She sat on the terrace as the heat of early summer was cooling a little in the evening. Throughout the meal she and Antonio had shared, he hadn’t made any reference to the article. It was up to her to say something. At the very least she wanted reassurance that he’d had nothing to do with it, but doubt assailed her the more she thought about it.
‘I bought a copy of a magazine yesterday,’ she began as he joined her on the terrace. ‘Our photograph was in it.’
She looked directly at him, watching for any hint that he knew. Instead he frowned. ‘Which photograph would that be?’
‘Of us all together at the Colosseum.’
‘And Leo?’ Doubt and suspicion filled his voice, making her question if he really had instigated it. She wanted to believe that he hadn’t. He had much to gain from it and, from the way he’d brokered a deal with her, as if in a boardroom, he had scores to settle. Scores with her for shutting him out of Leo’s life.
‘Yes,’ she snapped, unable to calm her panic or soothe her humiliation that he was prepared to use his own son. ‘And now it is being used to name him as the love child who destroyed your marriage, and I am the gold digger who has snared a billionaire.’
She got up and went to the corner of the terrace to stand looking out over the rooftops of Rome. She couldn’t look at Antonio; it hurt too much. What she felt for him was coming back stronger than ever and her resistance was weakening. She wanted him to hold her, tell her it was all okay, but how could she trust him? He’d abandoned his billionaire lifestyle, lied to her for two weeks, pretending to be another man, just to satisfy himself that Leo was his child.
He approached her. She briefly closed her eyes as he lifted her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look at him, the intention in his gaze clear. ‘Don’t do this, Antonio.’
‘Do what, Sadie? Kiss you?’ His words were a husky whisper and, before she could do anything, say anything, he pulled her against him and his lips claimed hers.
Sadie’s body was on fire. The firmness of Antonio’s chest was against her and she couldn’t decide if it was his heartbeat she could feel or hers. She shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t be kissing him like this, but she couldn’t help herself. She was drowning in desire and all the emotions she’d worked hard to bury when he’d walked away from her rushed to the surface again.
She wanted to lose herself in his kisses, sink into his embrace, but she couldn’t. This was no longer about just the two of them. This was about Leo and, thanks to the deal Antonio had felt compelled to make, it was about her parents too.
These sobering thoughts dimmed the desire within her and she pushed against him. ‘This isn’t what I want.’
‘Isn’t it, mia bella?’
‘No. I’m here for Leo’s sake. He likes you. He wants you.’
‘And you? Do you want me too, like I want you?’
‘No. I don’t want you—or any of this. All I want is for Leo to be happy.’
She stumbled back a step as he let her go, the closed-off expression on his face only confirming what she’d suspected since the moment he’d walked into her apartment in Milan. He wasn’t here with her because of any feelings for her. He was here out of duty or honour to Leo.
‘What is it that you do not want, mia bella? Marriage to me or my kiss?’ The hint of huskiness in his voice didn’t quite disguise his contempt for the idea of marriage and a shiver of doubt slipped down her spine. This version of Antonio was so very different from the man she’d loved in such a carefree way four years ago. If he was here now, so much would be different.
‘I don’t want either, Antonio.’ She folded her arms across herself, hugging against the chill which suddenly hung in the evening air.
‘Then you are as calculating as I am, Sadie. Our marriage will be a perfect match.’ Antonio moved towards her with fierce intent, but she refused to move, refused to be intimidated.
She looked at him as below them the city of Rome bustled, but the air on the terrace was drenched in tension, not only from his commanding words but from the kiss which had just added heady sexual tension to the mix.
‘I am not, unless you consider doing what is best for me and my child as calculating. It wasn’t me who brought my parents into this—you did, Antonio.’
‘I thought you’d want your parents at the wedding, even if it is only a civil ceremony.’ The anger in his voice only irritated her further.
‘I don’t want my parents to know anything until we are married.’
‘And why would that be?’
‘So that they can’t talk me out of it.’ She hurled the slashing retort at him and turned to walk away. Then she stopped. What good would that do? Surely it was better to sort it all out now.
‘Why would they do that, when such a lovely, happy photo of the three of us has been published?’
Shock slipped over her like icy water. He’d known. This was just what he’d wanted.
* * *
Calmly Antonio opened the magazine, making a show of looking at the image, thankful that his PA had thought to warn him about it. Obviously, speculation over the demise of his first marriage was still rife. He placed it on the table, the happy shot staring out at him, and he watched as Sadie looked at it, questions racing over her face—the same questions he’d asked himself. Who had taken it? When? How?
She moved back, away from him, anger and hurt glittering in her eyes.
‘I’m sorry,’ he said and walked across the terrace to her, his steps firm and decisive. Sadie tensed as he drew nearer. ‘I have no idea who took it or why.’
He watched as Sadie turned to pace across the terrace. She folded her arms and stood with her back to him, looking out over the city. Waves of hurt and betrayal radiated from her, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t tell her how he’d thought about her even after he’d married Eloisa. His family had emotionally blackmailed him into marrying her, the marriage based purely on his mother’s need for Eloisa to be the daughter she’d never had, as well as the considerable financial gain of their union. He couldn’t soothe Sadie’s pain because the promise he’d made to Eloisa bound him. He was a man of honour and he would keep his word.
‘I’m sorry, Sadie.’ His voice sounded harsh and insincere even to his ears. Sadie turned as he drew nearer. He saw her shoulders stiffen and he stopped.
‘He’s just a child, Antonio.’ She turned to look at him, protective passion filling her voice, and he couldn’t help but recall another time when her words had been full of passion. A time when it had all been for him. He wanted that again. How the hell Sebastien had known he still wanted her, after all this time, he didn’t know, but he’d been right—as usual.
‘And if I had known, I would have stopped it. You can be sure of that.’ He meant it and not just out of a need to protect his son. He had no wish to see Sadie so upset.
What he couldn’t tell her was that his first marriage was the root cause of the press interest. He couldn’t say a word to her because of the promise he’d made to his ex-wife, who had willingly sacrificed her single status by marrying him. Very soon her real motives had become clear, and that had set him free, but now he could make the marriage he needed to keep his son and heir in his life. All he needed to do was find the woman who’d allowed him to be truly himself, even if it had been for only a weekend four years ago, but she was buried beneath so much hurt and, like him, she had her defences raised higher than ever.
‘It all seems very convenient to me. Are you using us as a way of explaining why such a dynastic marriage failed within months instead of shouldering the blame after your playboy behaviour, or are you backing it up by claiming him as your son?’
* * *
Antonio looked at the angry jut of her chin and the glitter of contempt and disappointment in her eyes. Guilt raced through him, but he couldn’t help wondering if such anger was born out of the attraction they had both been almost powerless to resist four years ago and felt again now. Did the fact that she knew of all the women he’d dated in a bid to draw attention from Eloisa mean something?
He stepped closer to her. ‘I didn’t know you were carrying my child, Sadie. You believe that, don’t you?’
‘I had thought that after our weekend together you would have at least seen me, heard what I had to say, even if you didn’t want a child.’ Hurt sounded in her voice—hurt he’d caused.
He closed the distance between them and took her hand in his. ‘I wish I had got the letter and messages.’
Her raggedly drawn-in breath gave him the strength to continue, to reignite the passion they’d shared. She had been the only woman who’d made him feel, made him want more, and now she was the mother of his child. He gently caressed her face, but she pulled away.
‘So do I.’ Hurt cascaded from her like a river in flood plunging over the rocks of a waterfall.
‘I know that you saw my mother.’
‘She turned me away, Antonio. An illegitimate child would only sully their ancestry.’
‘You told her about Leo? That you were carrying my child?’ He knew what he was hearing was true and recalled what she’d almost told him when she’d believed he was Toni Adessi. He’d never have believed his mother could be so vile that she would deny the existence of her own grandchild.
‘About two seconds before the door was slammed in my face.’ She lifted her chin indignantly and looked at him, daring him not to believe her. ‘I wrote one more letter after that.’
Anger bubbled inside him. How different his, and Eloisa’s, life could have been if he’d been told of Sadie’s visit. Fate had dealt him a blow with such a disastrous marriage, but it had also brought Sadie back into his life and that wasn’t so bad after all. Not now he knew he had a son.
