Claiming His Baby. Rebecca Winters

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СКАЧАТЬ honesty was sobering. “I regret that it took me so long. My seeming indifference to the Dorneys in the past has obviously condemned me. But I assure you that were it not for a very sick patient, nothing could drag me away now.”

      Once again he found himself studying the contrast of dark brows and lashes against her extreme fairness.

      She shook her head. “It’s none of my business. The important thing is, you did come. Evan will be a new man.”

      His dark brows furrowed. “I don’t think I understand.”

      “I’m not certain I do.” A sad smile came and went. “But for reasons best known to Evan, he has always wanted you to live in Salt Lake, maybe go into practice with him.” She bit her lip, drawing Raul’s attention to the enticing mouth he desired to taste for himself.

      “Apparently he wanted to be a kind of surrogate father to you.” She rushed on. “It really devastated him when you chose to go back to South America.”

      Raul was incredulous at her frank speaking. Rubbing the back of his neck, he gazed at her through veiled eyes.

      “Thank you, Heather. You’ve given me new insight into his feelings. Be assured mine run every bit as deeply. But I couldn’t turn my back on the aunt and uncle who took care of me after my parents died in an earthquake.”

      She moaned. “How devastating for you.”

      “It was. I won’t lie about that. But the experience highlighted my country’s need for more doctors. There weren’t enough to take care of all the injured. That’s when I determined to become a doctor and make a contribution. Those are the reasons I couldn’t accept Evan’s offer, however much I might have wanted to at the time.”

      Her eyes searched his with an intensity that held him spellbound. “You’re not at all what I expected,” she blurted as if she couldn’t help herself.

      CHAPTER TWO

      RAUL’S head reared back. “You’re totally unexpected.”

      Her intrusion into his carefully planned life had come as a tremendous shock. “You deserved to win the Bacchauer. I would have given you my vote on the strength of the Rachmaninoff alone.”

      “Thank you,” she responded with a warm smile.

      Dios. Her charm fell over him like an invisible cloak, enveloping him so completely, he was helpless to throw it off.

      “It’s a difficult piece of music. Mother was my first teacher. She told me if I could learn to play it the way it should be played, then I would be ready to contemplate a career on the concert stage.”

      He nodded his dark head. “She was right. An amateur shouldn’t touch it. In truth, it’s one of my favorite compositions. Would it offend you to learn that when you first sat down to play, I didn’t expect to hear genius?”

      “Hardly that. But I’m glad you enjoyed the concert, and I think it tells me you’re an authentic music lover. Do you play?”

      “Let’s just say I learned the fundamentals a long time ago. I prefer to sit back and listen to the experts. Your performance tonight was flawless. I could listen to you indefinitely.”

      I could do many things to you indefinitely…

      “You’re very kind.” A mischievous expression made her remarkable eyes sparkle. “I, too, have a confession. When you said you were in the audience tonight, I imagined your appearance was more in the line of duty to make Evan and Phyllis happy.”

      Raul’s lips twitched. “It’s gratifying to realize you don’t know every thing about me yet. Someone once told me I had no heart. Perhaps it’s true. But whatever beats there responded completely to the music I heard tonight. Music has been known to tame the wild beast.”

      “I wouldn’t go so far as to call you a wild beast.”

      One black brow quirked. “If I told you some of the thoughts that have passed through my mind since your performance, you’d be forced to take those words back.”

      A puzzled look crossed over her expressive face. “I don’t understand.”

      “It’s my way of saying that I’m attracted to you. To be frank, attracted is a very mild word. If I were being totally honest, I would tell you that I’d like to take you away to some isolated haven where I could make love to you for weeks on end.”

      For once the telltale blush didn’t appear. Quite the opposite in fact. Slowly she turned away from him without saying anything. Anticipating her instinct to flee from a predator, he moved directly behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, preventing her from leaving the room altogether.

      He could feel her tremble. “I’ve shocked you, Heather. I’m sorry.”

      There was a long silence. “No, you’re not,” she whispered at last.

      At her candor, he sucked in his breath. “You’re right. I’m not.”

      Suppressing the urge to slide his arms around her waist and draw the voluptuous warmth of her body against his, he removed his hands and stepped away.

      “Whether you believe me or not, I’ve never said that to another woman. Not on a first meeting or otherwise.” He raked a hand through his hair. “This seems to be a night for honesty on both our parts.”

      His comment brought her blond head around. The stunned look on her lovely face let him know she was equally aware of the powerful chemistry between them.

      “How long are you going to be in Salt Lake?”

      “For two more days. When are you returning to New York?”

      She smoothed a silky strand of hair away from her heated cheek. “Noon tomorrow.”

      He shifted his weight. “The timing couldn’t be worse.”

      Their gazes locked. To her credit, she didn’t try to pretend that she’d misunderstood. “You’re flying back to Argentina?”

      “Yes.”

      “To the bush.”

      “That’s where I live and head a small hospital.”

      “Were you born there?”

      “No. Buenos Aires.”

      Her chest rose and fell sharply. “What is it really like?”

      Raul took his time answering. “It’s a godforsaken wilderness of disease, heat and humidity.”

      “But you love it,” she murmured.

      He nodded. “The same way you love the piano.”

      There was a perceptible hardening of her delicate jaw. “The two aren’t comparable.”

      Folding his arms he said, “I think they are. Music is your life. The bush is mine.”

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