day long. My one abiding memory of Antonio is seeing him sitting by the window, cradling his son in his arms.’
Her voice broke on a sob and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to take her in his arms and hold her while she cried. In his heart, Felipe knew that he was probably making a mistake, but he couldn’t stop himself wanting to comfort her.
He drew her closer, amazed by the sense of helplessness he felt. He couldn’t assuage her grief and for some reason it hurt to know that she was crying for his brother and that there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.
He smoothed his hand over her hair, feeling the silky strands snagging against his palm. Her hair felt like gossamer, so light, so soft, so sensuous. He found himself staring at it in wonderment, watching the play of light and shadow as the pale gold strands rippled beneath his fingers. All of a sudden he wished that this moment could last for ever, that he could keep her here in his arms and never let her go. She would be safe then, because he would be able to protect her from any more pain.
A shiver ran through him and he stiffened, shocked that he should be thinking thoughts like that. This was Rebecca Williams in his arms, not some woman with whom he was thinking of having an affair. It was a relief when she abruptly stepped back so that he was forced to release her.
‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that,’ she said softly, her voice quavering, although whether it was from embarrassment or pleasure at him having held her he couldn’t decide.
He took a deep breath and deliberately rid himself of that foolish notion before it had a chance to take hold. Rebecca was wiping her eyes with a tissue and there was a strangely touching dignity about the way she stood up straighter once she had finished.
All of a sudden it struck him that she possessed certain qualities he had never expected, and it worried him to realise that he might have misjudged her when he’d been so sure that he knew everything that he needed to know. Was Rebecca really the scheming, self-serving woman he’d believed her to be? Or had he been wrong about her?
Suddenly, it seemed equally important that he find out the answer to those questions, too.
Becky took a deep breath, but she felt such a fool for breaking down. She shot a wary glance at Felipe but, surprisingly, there was no sign of the contempt which she had expected to see on his face.
Her heart gave a painful lurch as she recalled how good it had felt when he’d held her in his arms. His body had felt so strong as he’d cradled her against him. She’d had an overwhelming urge to lean on him and keep on leaning. The past year had been so hard and it would be wonderful to be able to share this burden…
But dangerous.
What would Felipe do if he found out the truth about Josh? Antonio had signed a document appointing her as the child’s legal guardian, and had got Tara to sign it, too, but would it hold up in a court of law?
That had been her fear all along, that her claim on Josh might be overruled. Antonio’s solicitor had warned them that there was always a chance of that happening, that nothing—not even a legal document—was guaranteed in this kind of a situation.
That was why she’d panicked when Tara had threatened her, yet the thought that, unwittingly, she might have put herself and Josh in even more danger filled her with dread. No matter how wonderful it had felt to have him comfort her, she had to remember that Felipe was her enemy.
‘I don’t usually go to pieces like that,’ she said stiffly. She didn’t want to think of him as her enemy, although she wasn’t sure why. She felt a ripple of alarm scurry through her when she saw his eyes suddenly narrow.
‘I don’t imagine that you usually find yourself in a position like this, Miss Williams, so, please, don’t apologise. Unfortunately, we cannot always predict how we will react.’
She wasn’t sure what he had meant by that, and frowned. Was Felipe admitting that he had reacted strangely by taking her in his arms and trying to comfort her perhaps?
Now she thought about it, it was a strange thing for him to have done. Maybe she had difficulty thinking of him as her enemy, but surely he didn’t have any problems with the idea? And yet he had held her with such tenderness, such gentleness that it hadn’t felt as though he hated her.
The thought bothered her probably more than it should have done. She tried to put it out of her head as she started walking again, trying to quell the noisy beating of her heart when he immediately followed her. It was obvious that he didn’t intend to let her out of his sight, so she decided that it would be best if she accepted that. There was no point trying to fight the inevitable when she might need her strength for more important battles.
The traffic congestion eased after a little while. This part of London was in a state of limbo, she always thought, not quite fashionable but not totally run-down. However, from the look of disdain on Felipe’s handsome face as he studied the long row of Victorian terraced houses, it could have been a slum.
He frowned when she stopped outside one of the houses and rang the bell. ‘This is where my brother’s son spends his days? Surely you could have found somewhere more suitable, a nursery where he would be properly cared for?’
‘Josh is very happy here,’ she said shortly, stung by the criticism. ‘Doreen—that’s the childminder—is marvellous with all the children; she loves them as if they were her own. Anyway, I can’t afford a nursery place for him. It costs a fortune in London to put a child into a private nursery.’
She realised her mistake the moment she saw his mouth thin into that tight line she was starting to recognise only too well. She was already preparing herself for the next onslaught before he spoke, but nothing could stem the quiver that ran through her when she heard the biting contempt in his voice.
‘But my brother left you a considerable sum, didn’t he? You were named in his will as the sole beneficiary of his estate. Sí?’
‘Yes.’ She rang the bell a second time, praying that Doreen would answer it soon. She didn’t know how she could explain what had happened to the money Antonio had left without giving everything away.
Tara had received most of it as her final payment for having Josh. The little bit that had been left over had been swallowed up by bills in the first few months when she’d been unable to work because she had been looking after the baby. She could account for every single penny if she had to, but it would mean her admitting that she wasn’t Josh’s real mother and that was something she desperately wanted to avoid.
‘So was it too much to expect that you might spend some of that money on making sure that Antonio’s son was properly cared for? Did it never cross your mind that you had no right to spend it all on yourself?’
She could hear the anger in his voice and her heart ran wild as she struggled to explain without telling him the truth. ‘There were expenses—’
‘Expenses? Come, Miss Williams, you must have been enjoying a very lavish lifestyle if you managed to spend all that money in less than a year!’ he shot back, glaring at her.
‘It wasn’t like that. You don’t understand,’ she said desperately, hurt beyond belief by the way he was looking at her. ‘I didn’t spend—’
The door suddenly opened and she stopped when Doreen appeared, holding Josh. Becky automatically reached out and took the child as he lunged towards her. She snuggled him close, breathing in his wonderful baby smell while she tried to calm down.
If Doreen hadn’t opened the door then she would have blurted it all out and told him that nearly every penny of Antonio’s inheritance had gone on buying his son. How would Felipe feel about that? Would he blame her for what had happened because it had been her idea?
Felipe felt his anger disappear the moment he looked at the baby in Rebecca’s arms.
The little boy was the image of Antonio!
From his shiny black curls to his chubby little feet, he was a miniature replica of his father.