Office Scandals. Maureen Child

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СКАЧАТЬ The words made her uncomfortable. ‘I get that … I see, but I’m sure you’ll have your own family.’

      ‘I already have a family.’

      ‘We’re not …’ Izzy took a deep breath and forced herself to speak more moderately. ‘In what way, fully?’ she asked, struggling not to sound defensive and knowing she hadn’t succeeded.

      Roman held her eyes and set out his intentions so that there was no chance of her misunderstanding. ‘In every way …’

      He saw her blue eyes flicker and the muscles beneath the pale skin of her throat ripple as she swallowed, probably wondering what he knew about being a father. But what did he know about being a father?

      Refusing to acknowledge the rare voice of silent self-doubt, Roman pushed it away.

      ‘I hope you’ll help me.’ Roman felt he was being pretty fair given the circumstances, but he would learn with or without her help. ‘I’ve already missed out on the first months of her life.’ Roman stifled the resentment that made the muscle in his cheek clench. What was important, he reminded himself, was the future.

      ‘And for that you blame me.’

      ‘I’m trying hard not to.’ But her attitude was making it increasingly difficult; she was so spiky and damned confrontational.

      Sensitive to the thread of accusation in his voice, Izzy raised her chin. She was perfectly willing to take responsibility for her part. She’d had sex with a stranger and had got pregnant—not something she was proud of—but she hadn’t done so alone.

      ‘I realise it might be difficult for you to share Lily …’

      Her eyes widened and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Holding the buggy handle, she used her free hand to lift the collar of her jacket against the chill breeze that was blowing.

      ‘And why the name Lily?’ Roman asked, looking at the sleeping child.

      ‘Why. Don’t you like it?’

      The suggestion of a smile vanished from his sensual lips as he turned his attention back to Izzy. ‘Do you have to be so defensive? Look, if you want a fight I can do that,’ he said, now visibly exasperated.

      ‘Of course I don’t.’

      ‘Actually, I like the name …’ A name he had had no part in choosing. He pushed away the thought and the anger that came with it.

      ‘Roman, I would have told you about her, but I had no idea how to contact you.’ She gave a laugh to hide her embarrassment and managed to inject a note of rueful amusement into her voice as she added, ‘I didn’t even know your name.’

      ‘You could have hung around to find out.’

      ‘When I woke up you were gone.’ Izzy closed her eyes, feeling the familiar sick churning of shame and self-disgust in her stomach as she relived the moment she’d realised that her lover of the previous night had not waited for her to wake up.

      That had been the grim reality for her in the early hours of the morning after she had fallen asleep in the arms of her lover, believing this was perhaps the start of a love affair between two people destined to be together.

      Even the memory embarrassed her now.

      Now she knew it had just been sex. Casual sex.

      ‘I’d only gone across the road to …’ Izzy shrugged and lowered her gaze, still able to recall the guilt and self-disgust she had felt when she had woken up in that strange room alone. She intended never to forget it.

      ‘It doesn’t matter now, Roman. It was such a long time ago.’

      ‘And you have so many meaningless affairs that you might have me mixed up with someone else?’

      ‘Hardly an affair,’ she countered calmly. ‘More a one-night stand.’

      ‘I have no taste for semantics.’

      ‘Well, I like things to be clear … and clearly I’m not your family.’

      ‘You’re the mother of my child. That makes you my family.’

      Izzy’s teeth clenched in frustration as she watched his dark eyes follow a young woman wheeling a pushchair along a path that ran parallel to the lake. She released a hissing sigh and dragged a hand down her cheek, tucking the stray shiny strands of hair behind her ear.

      ‘You can visit Lily any time you like.’

      ‘I don’t want to visit Lily.’ His dark eyes held hers as he dropped the bombshell so casually that she barely heard it go off. ‘I want to watch her grow up. I want to help her with her homework. I don’t want to visit her—I want to live with her. Support her …’

      ‘I support her. I’ve been supporting her for the past fourteen months.’

      ‘How?’

      His scepticism irritated the hell out of her.

      ‘What do you want—a report? A letter from my bank manager or my CV?’ She gave a snort at his expression.

      ‘You work? You’re an academic like your mother?’

      ‘No, I’m not an academic.’

      His brow lifted. ‘Have I touched a nerve?’

      ‘No, you have not touched a nerve!’ she yelled, then, encountering the ironic glitter in his eyes, bit her lip. ‘I did an interior design course at college and got a place with Urquarts.’

      ‘Impressive. It must have been hard to leave.’

      ‘How do you know I’ve left?’

      ‘You are living in Cumbria,’ he pointed out. ‘Not really commutable distance.’

      ‘Oh, yes … well, actually I’ve done a couple of small commissions the past few months on a self-employed basis … It’s simply a matter of juggling.’ Ten balls in the air but she wasn’t about to admit to him how difficult it was.

      ‘It is wise, no doubt, for you to keep your hand in, considering how hard it will be for you to get your feet back on the career ladder, but I’m sure you already know that.’

      ‘It is possible to have a career and be a mother.’

      ‘Of course it is.’

      Her eyes narrowed. ‘Are you patronising me?’ she asked in a dangerous voice.

      His dark brows lifted. ‘I am admiring you. Clearly if you got a job with Urquarts you are good at what you do and ambitious …?’

      Izzy responded to his quizzical look with a blank expression, determined not to give him any ammunition to use against her.

      ‘It is good for a woman to be ambitious and stimulated by her work, but the balancing act will be much easier to achieve when you have support … when you are not living alone.’

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