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СКАЧАТЬ a hand through his hair. ‘It has been an annoyance in the past, but now it poses…’

      ‘A major inconvenience?’ Rhiannon finished, and he gave her a cool look.

      ‘A challenge, certainly.’

      Rhiannon was silent for a moment. Her thoughts chased themselves down dark tunnels that led to implications her heart shied away from. There was too much new information. Too much to think about…to wonder about. To be frightened about.

      ‘From the sound of him, I don’t think he would make a good father,’ she finally said. ‘Would he?’

      Lukas was ominously silent. ‘I cannot say he is particularly suited for the role.’

      ‘Or interested in it?’ Rhiannon surmised, feeling sick. She’d come to France to find Annabel’s father…but not this. Not some young, rakish sot who couldn’t care less. Not someone who would openly reject her.

      ‘No, probably not,’ Lukas agreed after a tense moment.

      ‘He won’t want Annabel,’ she said in a hollow voice. ‘Will he?’

      Lukas’s expression was like steel. Flint. ‘No,’ he said flatly. ‘He won’t.’

      Rhiannon shook her head. This was so far from what she’d hoped. Dreamed. She realised now that the happily-ever-after she’d been planning in her head was a fantasy, pathetic and unreal. Could she leave Annabel with a man who didn’t want her?

      Could she take her home?

      Nothing made sense. Nothing felt right.

      ‘What are you going to do?’ Rhiannon asked. She didn’t like giving control to Lukas, no matter how used to it he was. She just didn’t know what to do next.

      Lukas was studying her in an odd way, his mouth twisting in a grimace of acknowledgement. ‘You really don’t want her,’ he stated flatly. ‘That’s why you came, isn’t it? To give her up…to anyone willing to take her.’

      ‘If that were true,’ Rhiannon snapped, ‘I would have left her with Social Services. Don’t mistake me, Mr Petrakides. I have Annabel’s best interests at heart.’

      ‘Undoubtedly.’ It came out as a sneer.

      Rhiannon shook her head. If Lukas wanted to judge her for giving up a child she couldn’t truly call her own—if he thought her attempt to find Annabel’s father was suspect—then fine. She refused to exonerate herself. She didn’t need to.

      ‘If Annabel is indeed Christos’s child,’ Lukas stated with flat finality, ‘then she is my great-niece. My relative.’ In case she didn’t yet get it, he added with steely determination, ‘My responsibility.’

      ‘I see.’ Rhiannon thought of every article she’d read, every glowing word about Lukas Petrakides being a man of honour, of integrity.

      Of responsibility.

      When she’d made her decision to find him, those descriptions had seemed like promises.

      Now they were threats.

      She didn’t want Annabel to be someone’s loveless responsibility. A burden. Yet now she realised she didn’t have much choice.

      She’d given her choices away when she’d embarked on this reckless mission.

      ‘You will stay here until the issue of Annabel’s paternity is resolved,’ Lukas continued in implacable tones.

      She’d expected as much, but his autocratic dictate still rankled. How about saying please? ‘What about my responsibilities back home?’ she demanded. ‘My job, my life?’

      ‘You can’t spare a few days?’ He raised one eyebrow in contemptuous disbelief. ‘Surely you’ve already arranged a leave of absence?’

      ‘Yes, but only for a few days…’ She’d had holiday coming to her, as she rarely took days off.

      ‘Then arrange some more.’

      ‘It’s not that simple…’

      ‘Actually,’ Lukas replied coolly, ‘it is. Annabel is your first responsibility now—as you have told me yourself. You are her legal guardian aren’t you? For the moment.’

      For the moment. Panic fluttered through her insides, left her weak and afraid. ‘Yes, I am. But I’m under no obligation…’

      Lukas waved this empty threat aside with scathing contempt. ‘Do not think to outmanoeuvre or outrank me, Miss Davies. I don’t care what the law says. If Annabel is related to me, I will be the one deciding what place you may have in her life…if any. Is that understood?’

      Rhiannon blinked in shock at the cold assessment. If any? ‘I’m her guardian…You can’t—’

      ‘If you didn’t want to start this,’ Lukas informed her with soft menace, ‘you shouldn’t have come. No one would have been any the wiser.’

      ‘I came,’ Rhiannon replied jerkily, ‘because it was my responsibility to find her true family—’

      ‘So let me fulfil my responsibility,’ Lukas interjected with cold finality. ‘Until her future is decided, you will remain.’

      And then she would be dismissed. The thought frightened her. It hurt, and she hadn’t expected it to.

      It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

      Rhiannon knew there was no point in arguing, no use in being angry. He had the power, the money, and the expensive legal team to enforce whatever he wished; she had nothing. She didn’t even know what her rights were, hadn’t even checked. After all, it wasn’t supposed to have turned out like this.

      ‘Fine. I’ll stay…but on my terms. Annabel is still in my care, and nothing has been proved yet.’

      ‘Indeed. In the meantime, you can move to a better room. A private suite.’

      Rhiannon stared at him. It was a generous offer, but it was also a way to control her. Imprison her. ‘I’m not moving rooms.’

      ‘You must. You would be more comfortable, and so would the child. Besides, there is more privacy. Here—’ he motioned to the expanse of beach ‘—anyone could come along. Photographers included.’

      ‘Photographers?’ Rhiannon repeated blankly, only to have him stare at her in disbelief.

      ‘Paparazzi. Since you have so publicly announced that I have a child, the tabloid press are no doubt starting to swarm, clamouring for a photo or statement. I’d prefer for you—and the child—to be removed from such things.’

      Rhiannon nodded jerkily, her mind whirling, becoming numb. ‘All right.’

      A cry pierced the stillness of the late afternoon, and Lukas jerked in surprise at the sound. Rhiannon hurried inside.

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