The Spaniard's Baby Bargain. HELEN BIANCHIN

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      ‘Poor little petite, hmm?’ She scooped the child up and held her against one shoulder, instinctively soothing the small back. ‘Let’s guess, shall we? You’re hungry? Wet? In pain?’ She touched her cheek to the small head. ‘Or all three?’

      At almost six months of age, was she still having a late-night bottle? There had to be a feeding schedule around somewhere. But not in plain sight, she registered.

      ‘OK, little one, let’s do a nappy change and see if that helps any.’

      Ariane heard a sound and turned towards the door to discover Santos framed in the aperture. ‘I heard her crying via the monitor, and came as quickly as I could.’

      She laid the babe on the bed nestled against one wall and deftly effected a nappy change, speaking softly as she did so. ‘There we go, angel. Now, if only you could talk, we’d know if it’s a tooth ready to come through, or a tummy pain.’

      ‘I’ll take over.’

      She spared Santos a measured look. ‘Because you feel you should, or you doubt my ability to cope?’

      ‘On the contrary. You seem to be doing just fine. Christina has stopped crying.’

      A very satisfactory burp issued forth, and Ariane smiled. ‘Any more, sweetheart?’ Almost on command there was another. ‘Does she usually have a bottle? I couldn’t see a feeding schedule.’ She stroked a soothing finger over the babe’s cheek.

      ‘Probably because the last nanny didn’t keep one,’ Santos offered drily.

      Obviously nannies, plural, were a sensitive subject.

      ‘I gave Christina a bottle at eight, and she has, I understand, been sleeping through until around five in the morning.’

      But not tonight. Poor wee mite. No mother to cuddle her, a father who left her in the care of professionals and was too busy adding millions to his incredible fortune…

      ‘Problems, Santos?’

      Think of the devil, and he appeared.

      ‘Christina is finding it difficult to settle.’

      Manolo shrugged out of his dinner jacket and tossed it over a chair, then he loosened his tie and turned back the cuffs of his shirt.

      Even to Ariane’s jaded eye he was too ruggedly attractive for his own good. The height, breadth of shoulder, his stance, and compelling facial features.

      ‘My apologies. I was unexpectedly delayed.’

      Was it her imagination, or did she catch a telling glance pass between Manolo del Guardo and Santos?

      ‘Ariane heard Christina’s cry and reached her ahead of me.’ The explanation came from Santos, and Manolo inclined his head in her direction.

      ‘Thank you for your concern.’

      But you can go now? The implication was apparent. It was totally weird, but she wanted to delay the inevitable a little longer. Holding the babe felt so…good. Almost in silent unison the babe nuzzled a little, and Ariane eased the knuckle of her little finger close to the babe’s mouth. Almost at once the babe began suckling as Ariane continued to stroke the tiny cheek.

      Manolo’s gaze narrowed fractionally. ‘I’ll take Christina.’ He checked his watch. ‘I guess it won’t hurt to give her another bottle.’

      ‘She might settle back to sleep without one.’ She could hardly hold the babe any longer, and she gently eased her towards her father.

      Christina’s protest was immediate, and voluble.

      Ariane’s heart turned over at the sound, and she resisted the impulse to reach out and soothe the babe.

      ‘It would appear you have a certain empathy with the young.’

      A compliment? Should she admit to having had some practice? ‘I reported the effects of war on children during the conflict in Kosovo.’

      Very few were aware her experience was hands-on, that she’d spent time in severely understaffed hospital wards, helping out, or that she’d chosen to stay until trained staff arrived on the scene.

      ‘Where chaos reigned and depleted medical supplies were the norm.’ Manolo subjected her to a steady appraisal.

      A calculated guess, based on media releases at the time?

      ‘You were given the opportunity to fly out with departing media staff, yet you refused,’ he continued. ‘Instead you ate rationed food, opted to sleep on a mattress on the floor of an infirmary and tended the sick twenty-four seven.’

      He couldn’t know that, unless—

      ‘No one enters my home without undergoing a full investigation,’ he informed quietly.

      No one?

      ‘No.’

      Oh, hell, that was just what she needed…someone who could read her mind.

      Christina uttered a cry in protest, then settled into full voice with renewed fervour.

      Ariane’s hands itched to take back the babe, heat a feeding bottle and cradle her close. Yet she didn’t have the right.

      ‘Goodnight.’ Her voice came out sounding stiff and incredibly polite.

      ‘Thank you.’ There was no cynicism apparent, and she turned as she reached the door.

      ‘No problem.’

      It was Ariane’s suggestion stage three of the interview be taped in Manolo del Guardo’s study…or library, office…whatever he chose to call the room where most of the business action took place away from his corporate offices.

      For this occasion she’d requested formal attire, and he didn’t disappoint.

      An impeccably tailored suit, blue cotton shirt and matching silk tie conveyed the outer trappings of a very successful businessman.

      ‘I imagine it won’t take long to set up your equipment?’

      ‘I can do that while Ariane gives you a run-through,’ Tony assured.

      Ariane was tempted to ask if Christina was OK, whether she’d slept well…and barely managed to pull herself up as she followed Manolo through the foyer to a spacious room lined with floor-to-ceiling bookcases.

      There was a large executive desk, comfortable leather buttoned chairs, the usual fax, computer, printer.

      She checked her clipboard, then studied the room. The natural light seemed fine. ‘I think we’ll begin with you seated behind the desk. After a few questions you can stand, perhaps cross to the bookcases.’ She glanced towards Tony. ‘You could do a slow pan with the camera.’ He gave a nod in silent agreement. ‘Then we can conclude with Manolo seated in one of those chairs.’

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