with her as we speak. I removed everything from your house which looked remotely as if it belonged to Lexi,’ he retorted.
Emma gaped, astounded at his thoroughness. ‘You planned this!’ she accused hotly. ‘You knew exactly what you would do if the jury pronounced me guilty—’
‘Of course I did. I couldn’t allow my late brother’s child to remain in the care of a stranger,’ he snapped.
‘She’s my neighbour. Lexi knows her. It was only temporary, anyway,’ she argued. ‘I fully expected to be free—’
‘And what did you organise if not?’ he asked sardonically.
‘If there was a problem, my neighbour was to bring her to the mother-and-baby unit here.’
He still hadn’t answered the question. Where was her daughter? Suddenly she had a flash of fear, picturing her baby abandoned outside in a car, or in her buggy by the prison entrance where anyone could abduct her… She drew in a choking breath.
‘And what about your babysitting arrangements? If you’re here,’ she said jerkily, her voice rising in panic, ‘who’s looking after Lexi now?’
His eyes flickered. ‘Marina. My—’
But she’d got there before him. ‘Your wife!’ she said breathily.
Emma sat stunned. Of course. Who else? she thought dully. And then she noticed something strange. There was a sliver of pain knifing across the dark depths of his eyes and bitterness had drawn his mouth into a hard line.
He wasn’t happy, she realised with a shock. Pangs of half-remembered love touched her shuttered heart. She’d adored him once. They’d been students together and he’d been everything to her. But one day, totally out of the blue, she’d seen him emerging from a local restaurant with a drop-dead gorgeous blonde on his arm. Her world had disintegrated rapidly.
‘An engagement party,’ the obliging Greek waiter had said, his apron stuffed with tips from the affluent, laughing crowd.
The lintel above the entrance where they were posing for photographs had born a banner with the elaborately printed legend, Leon and Marina. It had been emblazoned with hearts and love knots. The waiter picked up a discarded menu with the same design and the appalled Emma had known that this must have been planned for some time.
Tears of rage and misery had rendered her speechless. He’d been organising his wedding while vowing he loved her…even while he was sleeping with her!
‘Leon!’ she’d cried rawly.
He’d looked directly at her and turned a deathly white. ‘Emma!’
All eyes had been upon her then. Clearly appalled that she’d found him out, he’d spoken to a younger man at his side who’d come over and introduced himself as Leon’s brother, Taki.
‘He’s the Kyriakis heir, she’s the Christofides heiress,’ Taki had explained gently as he’d driven her home. ‘Our families have been linked for generations. Don’t take this personally,’ he’d said soothingly, when she’d continued to sob. ‘It’s how we do things. We need sex so we find a woman who is amenable. Then we marry a more suitable virgin.’
The humiliating words dug deep. She’d been used as a whore! Bought presents, taken out to dinner…and in return he’d pillaged her heart and soul and body!
Broken-hearted, her self-esteem at rock bottom, she’d relied increasingly on the attentive, kind Taki. His respect for her had been deeply touching. Eventually she’d succumbed to Taki’s charm offensive and married him, unaware of his fatal need to outdo his rival brother.
She gave a grimace. Incredibly, Taki had believed that Leon would be jealous of his marriage to her. But why, when she had nothing—and the elegant, shopaholic Marina had breeding, wealth and social position?
Her heart thudded in alarm. This was the woman who was now looking after her child! What, she thought with uncharacteristic sourness, did a clothes-horse on legs know about such things?
Her brows beetled together in a fierce scowl. ‘Your wife had better be the Mary Poppins of child care—or you’ll have me to reckon with!’ she muttered.
‘Marina has a daughter of her own,’ he drawled crushingly.
She felt she’d been stabbed in the lungs. Leon had a child. ‘Bully for you both,’ she cried, finding her breath again. ‘Then, you don’t need mine.’
‘Damn right, I don’t.’
Her mouth opened in astonishment. He didn’t even want her darling Lexi. ‘Then, why take her?’ she asked, aghast.
He looked down his patrician nose at her. ‘I had no choice.’
‘No…choice?’ She spluttered the words incoherently.
Leon looked grim. ‘She needs a home. She needs us.’
‘Me. She needs me. I’m her mother,’ she quavered.
‘Not much of one.’
‘I’m terrific.’
‘Matter of opinion.’
‘I’ll get out on appeal—’
‘I think not. The evidence was clear-cut and damning. Get used to this situation, Emma,’ he said sharply. ‘Serve your time—’
‘I will if I must, unfair though it is. I could bear anything if I had my baby back.’
‘Out of the question.’
Incensed, she banged the table and knocked over the glass of water which spilled onto her lap. Leon produced a handkerchief but she refused it, too caught up in her bid for her child to care that her dress was wet through.
‘If you’re a father,’ she said, hoarse with emotion, ‘then think how you’d feel if your child was taken from you.’
Astonishingly, his gaze became cynical, as if that wouldn’t be hard to bear. He has no heart, she thought bleakly. Her beloved baby wasn’t even wanted. How could he feel like that? The only Greek in the world who didn’t like children and he had to snatch her baby.
‘It’s happening all the time,’ he observed obliquely. ‘People split up, children end up with one of the parents—’
‘But I’m the remaining parent,’ she pointed out, barely clinging to sanity. Why couldn’t he understand what Lexi meant to her? She had no one else in the world. ‘You have no right to abduct my child. I could have you arrested.’
‘That would be extremely unwise,’ he said with quiet menace.
She tensed in alarm. ‘Why?’
‘It wouldn’t get your child back.’
‘Maybe not,’ she muttered bitterly, giving her wet dress a shake, ‘but it would bring a big grin to my face and play merry hell with your social life.’
His breath hissed in and he fixed her with eyes as cold as charity. ‘You’d do that to score points off me?’ he enquired softly.
Her desolation intensified. Of course not. She’d gain nothing—other than a useless, petty satisfaction—by giving Leon grief. And she’d ruin her chances of finding Lexi.
Her chest seemed to tighten with despair. ‘I’d do anything, anything to get my own child back where she rightfully belongs,’ she declared jerkily.
There was a lift of a black-winged eyebrow. ‘You’re at a slight disadvantage being in prison,’ he observed.
She flushed, a hectic colour burning two scarlet spots on her pale, bony cheeks.
‘Have you no heart? No soul? She should be with me—’
‘Alexandra might be legally yours