One Night Of Consequences Collection. Annie West

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СКАЧАТЬ on the street and the slam of a car door, and suddenly a tall man in a dark coat was there, his face a threatening scowl, and the young men who’d scared me fled like rabbits into the snow. Then he’d turned to me.

      “Are you all right, miss...?” Then his expression had changed. “But wait. I know you. You’re Claudie Carlisle’s cousin.”

      “Yes, I...”

      “You’re all right now.” He’d gently taken my trembling hand. “I’m Edward St. Cyr. I live a few streets from here. May I give you a ride home?”

      “No, I couldn’t possibly. I...”

      “I wouldn’t mind a walk myself,” he said briskly, and with a nod to the driver of his Rolls-Royce, he’d insisted on walking me home, though it took ten minutes.

      “Thank you,” I’d said at the door. “I never meant to impose....”

      “You didn’t.” He’d paused. “I remember what it’s like to feel alone and afraid. Will you let me check on you in the morning?”

      I’d shaken my head. “It’s truly not necessary.”

      “But you must.” He’d lifted a dark eyebrow. “If for no other reason than it will annoy your cousin, whom I’ve despised for years. I insist.”

      Now, as I looked out at Kensington Gardens in the distance, I saw the paths where we’d once walked together, he and I. He’d been kind to me. We’d been—friends.

      Or had we? Had he always wanted more?

      I’m tired of waiting for you to forget that Spanish bastard. It’s time for you to belong to me.

      I shivered. When we left Mexico yesterday, I had been prepared to make any sacrifice to save my baby from Alejandro. Even if the price would have been going to bed with a man I did not love.

      But now I was starting to wonder if that was truly necessary. Perhaps Alejandro was not entirely the heartless monster I’d once feared him to be....

      “You shouldn’t have run.”

      Hearing Alejandro’s dark voice behind me, I whirled around. “How did you catch up so fast?”

      He was scowling. “Did you think I’d let you disappear with Miguel?”

      “I didn’t disappear. I...”

      “Had some kind of baby emergency?” He folded his arms. “You ran for a reason. And we both know what it is.”

      Could he have somehow found out about Edward St. Cyr? The two men were slightly acquainted. And far from being friends. I didn’t think he would take it well. I bit my lip, breathing, “I...”

      “You panicked because I asked you to marry me,” he accused.

      Oh. I exhaled. “We both know you weren’t serious.”

      “We both know I was.”

      “You won’t be, once you have a chance to think about it. You don’t want to get married. You said so a million times.”

      “I never intended to have a child, either,” he pointed out, “so there was no reason to marry. But now... You heard what Claudie said. Marrying you will make clear to the whole world that he’s my son. That he’s my heir. Right or wrong,” he said tightly.

      Right or wrong? Meaning I wasn’t good enough? That Miguel wasn’t? My eyes narrowed. “I don’t love you.”

      “I can live with that,” he said sardonically. “We both love our son. That is the only love that matters.”

      “You’re wrong,” I said stubbornly. “My parents loved me, but they also loved each other, till the day they died. I remember how they looked at each other....”

      “Most people are not so fortunate,” he said harshly. “I’ve spent a year pursuing you, Lena. I don’t want to fight over custody now. I don’t want to worry, anytime you take him for a walk, that you might try to run away with him. I want this matter settled between us, once and for all.”

      Ah. Now we were getting down to it. “You mean I should give you total control over me, body and soul, so you can avoid the inconvenience of a custody battle?” I said incredulously, then shook my head. “This idea of marriage is just a momentary madness with you—it will pass....”

      My voice trailed off as I saw Hildy on the edge of the playground, frantically signaling.

      Alejandro frowned. “What is it?” He started to turn his head. “What are you...”

      “On second thought, let me think it over,” I said quickly. Touching his arm, I gave him a weak smile. “So much has happened since yesterday. Maybe I’m too exhausted to think straight.” I pointed toward the outdoor café at the front of the playground. “Could you...please...get me some coffee?”

      Alejandro’s dark gaze flickered over my bedraggled dress, the dark circles under my eyes. “Of course, querida,” he murmured courteously. Turning away, he started toward the outdoor café.

      The instant he was gone, I rushed to meet Hildy.

      “Where’s Edward?” I said desperately.

      She was already shaking her head. “Mr. St. Cyr wasn’t home. They said he’s in Tokyo.”

      Of all the bad luck! “Can I borrow your phone?”

      “Yes....” She reached into her pocket, then looked up, her mouth a round O. “I didn’t bring it! It’s still at home!”

      Alejandro was already handing over money at the café. I saw him pick up two coffees from the counter. No time.

      My shoulders fell. “Thanks anyway. You’d better go.”

      “Good luck, miss....”

      Defeated, I looked out across the green park, deep emerald beneath the lowering gray London sky. I suddenly wondered what the weather was like in Spain. Warm. Sunny. Blue skies. With the chance of a hot, seductive Spaniard demanding that I share his bed.

      No! I couldn’t let myself think about it! Just sharing custody of Miguel would be bad enough. I would never, ever be Alejandro’s lover! And certainly not his wife!

      “Here.” Alejandro handed me a white paper cup that warmed my hands. The coffee smelled like heaven. I took a sip, then sighed with appreciation as I felt the heat melt me from the inside. It was sweet, and creamy.

      “You remembered how I liked it,” I said in surprise.

      He took a sip of his own black coffee, and gave a wicked grin. “That’s how all women like it.”

      “That’s not true!”

      He shrugged. “It’s mostly true. Cream and sugar will calm a woman down every time.”

      I glared at him. “You are such a—”

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