His Child: The Mistress's Child / Nathan's Child / D'Alessandro's Child. Catherine Spencer

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      ‘By me?’

      ‘Not by anyone!’ she retorted, her voice rising. ‘It’s just such a huge thing to suddenly start calling you Daddy!’

      He had moved a little closer, his body language just short of menacing—so how come she didn’t feel in the least bit intimidated by it? How come she wanted to tell him to forget their stupid rows and to kiss her like he had done on Christmas night?

      ‘Or is it just that you feel threatened by it, Lisi?’

      ‘Threatened? Me?’

      ‘Yes, you! Unwilling to share him, are you? Do you want all his love for yourself, is that it?’

      ‘Oh, don’t talk such rubbish!’ she snapped. ‘I was thinking of Tim!’

      ‘So you claim. When it would clearly suit you far more to have me as far away from you as possible! Well, just don’t use him as a pawn in our little disagreement—do you understand, Lisi!’

      Little disagreement? If this was his idea of a little disagreement, then she’d hate to enter into all-out warfare with him!

      Marian was still staring at her with a question in her eyes, and Lisi shook her head.

      ‘No,’ she said slowly, in answer to her boss’s question. ‘It isn’t exactly what I’d call amicable—even though that’s what we both wanted originally.’

      ‘You should talk to him about it!’ urged Marian.

      But there didn’t seem anything left to say, thought Lisi as she picked up the telephone which had just begun to ring. ‘Good afternoon, Homefinders Agency.’

      ‘Lisi? It’s Philip.’

      Of course it was Philip—no one else had a voice that rich, that deep, that dark. ‘Hello, Philip,’ she said, cursing her body’s reaction as she felt the inevitable prickle of excitement. ‘What can I do for you?’

      Silently, he cursed. How shocked she would be if he answered that question truthfully.

      ‘I’m up at the house,’ he said.

      ‘Here?’ she questioned stupidly, her heart racing. ‘In the village?’

      ‘Yeah. I drove up early this morning.’

      He was here, just down the road and he hadn’t even bothered to tell her he was coming. Just why that should hurt so much she didn’t know, but it did.

      ‘I’m having the house decorated,’ he was saying. ‘Someone is over here now with some sample fabrics.’

      She certainly wasn’t going to pander to his ego by telling him that she had seen the plush van driving by. ‘Really?’ she asked pleasantly.

      ‘Really,’ he echoed, mocking her insincere tone. ‘And I wondered whether you were free for half an hour?’

      Her pulse began to race. ‘Why?’

      She could be so damned abrupt, he thought. ‘I didn’t know if you wanted to choose some colours for Tim’s room.’

      Time stopped. He seemed to be speaking in some strange, terrible language. ‘T-Tim’s room?’ she croaked.

      Something in the way she said it made him want to offer reassurance, until he remembered her monstrous accusation on Christmas night, and he hardened his heart against the tremor in her voice. Did she think that he didn’t have feelings, too?

      ‘That’s right. He will need his own room, Lisi—surely you realise that?’

      The only thing she realised was that she was fighting to control her breath. ‘I have to discuss this with you, and we can’t do it on the phone,’ she said.

      ‘Then come up to the house.’

      ‘I’m working.’

      ‘Doesn’t Marian owe you a few hours? For your unscheduled work when I demanded that you show me around the rectory?’

      ‘I’ll ask her,’ she said, in a low voice. ‘I can’t promise anything.’

      His voice sounded noncommittal. ‘Suit yourself. It’s up to you, Lisi—you’re the one who wants to talk.’

      She put the phone down, feeling close to tears, and saw Marian looking at her with concern.

      ‘Philip?’ she asked.

      ‘How did you guess?’

      ‘Normal clients don’t usually leave the agent looking as though the bottom has just fallen out of their world.’

      Maybe it just had. Lisi cleared her throat. ‘Marian—would it be possible to take an hour off? I need to talk to Philip and he’s up at the rectory.’

      ‘Of course it would.’ Marian hesitated. ‘Listen, my dear—have you thought about consulting a lawyer?’

      Lisi shook her head. ‘There’s no point—it would achieve precisely nothing. He isn’t being unreasonable. Tim adores him. He’s his father—by law he is allowed contact. It’s just me who has the problem with it.’

      Marian nodded. ‘Take as long as you need.’

      Lisi gathered up her coat and wrapped herself up in it, but once outside it seemed to offer little protection against the bitter wind, although maybe it was the bitter heartache which was making her teeth chatter.

      She trudged up the lane to The Old Rectory, and for a moment she stood stock-still with amazement, for she had seen the comings and goings of various vans and contractors, but had deliberately stayed away from the place, telling herself that it would be too traumatic to see her former home being completely changed.

      But her amazement was tinged with admiration, because, whatever Philip was doing inside the house, on the outside, at least—his taste could not be faulted.

      The exterior had been painted a cool, pale grey and all the mildew had been removed. Window frames were gleaming, as was the newly painted front door, and the garden had obviously been lovingly attacked by experts.

      The front door was slightly ajar, and when she received no reply to her knock she pushed it open and walked into the hall where another shock awaited her. The walls were a deep, vibrant scarlet—red as holly berries—and the floorboards gleaming, with an exquisite long, silk runner in shades of deepest cobalt and scarlet and jade.

      It looked utterly beautiful, she thought, and a lump rose in her throat as she called.

      ‘Hello?’

      ‘Hello, Lisi,’ came a voice from upstairs. ‘Come on up—we’re up here.’

      We? And then she remembered the interior design van.

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