A Ring For Vincenzo's Heir. Jennie Lucas

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      “Obviously, our child will need siblings.” She made a sound like a squeak, but he ignored her, continuing, “I expect you to travel with me whenever and wherever I wish.”

      Her forehead furrowed. “But how would I hold down a job?”

      “Money will no longer be an issue. As my wife, your only requirement will be to support me. You will be in society. You will learn to properly entertain powerful people to promote my company’s best interests. You may need comportment lessons.”

      “What?”

      “And, of course,” he added casually, “in the event we ever divorce, the pre-nup will simplify that process. It will clearly spell out what happens if you cheat on me, or either of us decides to separate. You’ll know what amount of money you’ll be entitled to based on years—”

      “Of service?”

      He smiled blandly. “Of marriage, I was going to say. Naturally, I would automatically gain full custody of our children.”

      “What?!”

      “Don’t worry. You would still be allowed to visit them.”

      “Big of you,” she murmured. As they walked down the cathedral steps to his waiting car, his bodyguards waiting beside the large SUV behind it, Scarlett abruptly stopped.

      “Before we go to your doctor and have the paternity test, could you do me a favor?” She smiled prettily, showing a dimple in her left cheek, then waved helplessly at her bare feet on the sidewalk. “Could we stop at a shoe store?”

      Like Cinderella, Vin thought. He was surprised how well she was taking everything. The way she was looking at him so helplessly, so prettily. She would be easy to mold and shape into the perfect wife.

      “Of course,” he said almost tenderly. “I’m sorry. I should have thought of that before.” Picking her up in his arms, he carried her. In spite of being heavily pregnant, she seemed to weigh nothing at all. He gently set her into the waiting car, still bedecked with flowers.

      The driver’s eyes were popping out of his head to see Vin had left the church carrying a redhead, when he’d gone in to marry a blonde. But he wisely said nothing and just started the car.

      Vin climbed into the backseat beside her. “Any preference about the shoe store?”

      He expected her to name a designer store, the sorts of luxury brands that Anne had constantly yammered about, but here again Scarlett surprised him.

      “Any shoes good to run in,” she said demurely, her black eyelashes fluttering against her pale cheeks.

      “You heard her,” he told his driver.

      Ten minutes later, Scarlett was trying on running shoes at an enormous athletic store on Fifty-Seventh Street. She chose her favorite pair of running shoes, along with a pair of socks, exclaiming at Vin’s generosity all the while.

      “Thank you,” she whispered, suddenly giving him a hug. For a moment, he closed his eyes. He could smell the peppermint of her breath and breathed in the cherry blossom scent of her hair. Then she abruptly pulled back. Staring up at him wide-eyed, she bit her lip. Vin could imagine the sensual caress of those full, plump lips.

      Then she smiled, and her eyes crinkled. “I’ll wear the shoes starting now. Excuse me.”

      Vin watched her walk toward the ladies’ restroom, past the displays of expensive athletic shoes and equipment. His eyes lingered appreciatively over the curve of her backside, the sway of her hips. Scarlett made even a plain black funeral dress look good.

      What a wife she would make. And as for the honeymoon...he shuddered.

      Determined to hurry them into the car, he turned toward the cashier. Normally his assistant would have dealt with such mundane details, but he’d left Ernest at the cathedral to handle the logistical problems of the ruined wedding—returning mailed gifts, organizing early rides to the airport for disgruntled guests, donating the expensively catered reception dinner to a local homeless shelter. So Vin himself went to pay for the shoes.

      There would soon be lots of other purchases, he thought. Baby booties. A crib. A nursery. He’d have his houses baby-proofed. He’d hire a larger staff. He would buy a few more family-sized SUVs to add to his personal fleet of expensive cars. Small tasks that would distract him from building his empire, but it would be worth it to finally have a family of his own.

      He’d be the parent he himself had never had. His child would never know what it felt like to be abandoned. To be used. To be neglected and alone.

      Reaching into his tuxedo jacket, Vin felt for his wallet. Frowning, he looked in his pockets. Empty. Had he left it in the car, or back at the cathedral? Scowling, he motioned for one of his bodyguards to pay and told the other one to track down the wallet. Sitting down at a nearby bench, Vin called his doctor to arrange for an immediate appointment. Then he tapped his feet.

      Scarlett was taking a long time.

      “Go check on her,” he ordered his bodyguard impatiently.

      Vin paced. Checked his phone again. Stopped.

      Suspicion dawned.

      She couldn’t. She wouldn’t.

      She had.

      “Miss Ravenwood is nowhere to be found, boss,” Larson said when he returned. “I had the bathroom checked. Empty.” He hesitated. “There is a door beside it that leads to a storeroom, then out to the alley.”

      With a low curse, Vin strode through the sporting goods store, his two bodyguards behind him. In the back, near the ladies’ restroom, he found the storeroom. Store employees shrank back at his glare as he threw open the back door with an angry bang.

      Outside was an alley with graffiti-littered brick walls. Vin walked slowly past the Dumpsters to the end: busy Madison Avenue, crowded with people and cars packed bumper to bumper. He stared around him in shock.

      Scarlett Ravenwood had not only walked out on him, she’d most likely stolen his wallet. Not only that, she’d warned him first! “Shoes good to run in” indeed!

      Clawing his hand back through his dark hair, he gave a single, incredulous laugh. He’d been ditched twice in one day. Lied to by two different women.

      Anne’s loss he could accept. That had involved only money.

      Scarlett was different. He’d never stopped desiring her. And now she was carrying his baby.

      Or was she? Perhaps she’d lied. He rubbed his forehead. Why would any woman run away when he’d asked her to marry him and live in luxury for the rest of her life? Unless she was afraid of the paternity test. That was the only rational explanation: the baby wasn’t his. The thought caused a sick twist in his gut.

      Then he remembered the angry gleam in Scarlett’s green eyes.

      I don’t appreciate you digging into my life, then assuming that I’m either a con artist or a gold digger. I’m neither. I just want to raise my baby in peace.

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