The Count's Secret Child. Jennie Lucas

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СКАЧАТЬ the doorway, and Théo straightened with a frown. “What was that?”

      Carrie exhaled, grateful beyond measure that her baby had saved her from herself. “The only reason I’m here.”

      The furrows in his forehead deepened. “What do you mean?”

      She turned away. “I’ll get him.”

      Going to the doorway, she lifted her son out of the baby carrier. Henry’s wail ended with a snuffle as soon as he was snug in her arms. But when she returned to Théo he didn’t look pleased. He looked shocked and bewildered. “Why did you bring a baby here?”

      She frowned in her turn. “Did you think I would refuse to bring him?” She stroked the back of the tiny warm baby cuddled up against her chest. “This is Henry, Théo. Your son.”

      His mouth fell open. His dark eyes, usually so arrogant and certain, were wide with shock as he staggered back from her.

      “My son?” he gasped. “My son!”

      She heard the harsh rattle of his breath, saw the way his hands clenched into fists. Then, with visible self-control, he exhaled, relaxing his hands.

      “Are you trying to claim,” he ground out, “that we have a child together?”

      Confused and heartsick, she looked up at him. “But you know that,” she whispered. “Someone already told you about Henry. Why else would you have sent for me?”

      Their eyes locked. Above them in the shadowy foyer she heard the discordant chime of the chandelier, blown by an unseen wind.

      “That baby cannot be mine,” Théo said through clenched teeth. “It is impossible.”

      “Yes, I thought so,” she said helplessly. “But contraception is not one hundred percent effective—”

      He paced in front of her like a lion in a cage. “You are lying to me. Why?” He whirled on her, baring his teeth. “Is this some kind of revenge?”

      Carrie gasped aloud. “Revenge? How?”

      “An attempt to trick me.” He clawed a hand back through his dark hair. “To trap me into marriage!”

      “Marriage—with you?” She gave an incredulous laugh. “No way!”

      “So you say. But women always want to marry me,” he said coldly. “I thought you were different. I’m disappointed.”

      He stared at her as if she were dirt—and didn’t even look at the baby who’d traveled five thousand miles to meet him. With a trembling breath, she looked up at him.

      “Let me make myself clear in a way that even your huge ego won’t misunderstand.” Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t want to marry you. I hate you.”

      Théo stared at her.

      “Hate,” she emphasized.

      Setting his jaw, he shook his head in disbelief. “Then why would you come here?”

      She lifted her chin. “Because I thought even a bastard like you deserved to meet his child. When you sent your bodyguard to collect me like that I assumed you’d heard about our baby. What else would you want from me?”

      He looked down at her, his black eyes like fire. Then, with a low growl, he grabbed her free arm. Pulling her down the hallway, he led her out through the back door.

      Outside in the moonlight she saw the shadows of trees stretching up into the violet sky. In the garden, a table for two was lit by white candles. Dozens of roses surrounded the table.

      “For this,” he said harshly.

      Shocked, Carrie took in the romantic scene, her eyes wide. She looked back at him. “You intended to seduce me?” she breathed.

      Théo’s eyes were pools of molten heat. “Yes.”

      A cold chill of fury went down her spine. She swept her arm toward the table. “You thought this was all it would take? That I would fall instantly into your bed?”

      He came closer to her, his black eyes searing hers. “Yes.”

      Her skin felt warm all over, being this near to him. She shivered as memories raced through her.

      He’d swept her off her feet in a whirlwind affair. On their third date, a week after they’d met, he’d whisked her to his château via private jet and seduced her. But after the weekend was over he’d sent her back to Seattle, alone. Two weeks later he’d come back to the Emerald City for business and invited her to his downtown hotel.

      She’d gone so eagerly. She almost wept to remember it now. She’d rushed to his penthouse suite like a girl whose sailor had just come into port.

      He hadn’t sent for her now in order to finally meet Henry. All Théo wanted was a booty call—and he’d had her delivered to his house like a pizza. Racked with pain, she closed her eyes.

      She felt his hand on her shoulder. Spreading his fingers wide, he stroked the bare skin of her collarbone and neck.

      Carrie’s eyes flew open. She jerked away so fast that Henry gave a startled cry.

      “I brought my baby across the world for you, and all you’ve done is insult me—and reject him.” She blinked back tears. She would not cry in front of him, she would not. “Thank you, Théo, for setting me free. As of this moment, I no longer consider you Henry’s father.”

      His eyebrows lowered into a furious scowl. “Carrie—”

      “Once I would have given you everything,” she whispered. She lifted her chin and her eyes glittered in the moonlight. “Now … you will have nothing.”

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