Her Secret, His Child: A Night, A Secret...A Child / One-Night Love-Child / The French Aristocrat's Baby. Miranda Lee
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eyes narrowed on her, his expression uncompromising in the extreme. ‘I think you know what about.’
‘Not unless you tell me.’
‘You really want me to say it here? To shout out to all and sundry that Felicity is not your husband’s daughter, but mine,’ he hissed. ‘Because I will if you don’t make some excuse and come with me right here and now.’
Serina thought she was going to faint as she saw her whole world crashing around her. Not just her world, but her daughter’s as well. And lots of other people’s.
But he can’t know, came the saving thought as she gripped the edge of the table, steadying her body as well as her mind. He just suspects. You can bluff this out, girl. You have to bluff it out.
‘I can’t imagine what Franny and Bert said to you to make you think such an outrageous thing,’ she said with superb calm. ‘But you’re dead wrong. Felicity is Greg’s daughter. Not yours.’ Which she was, in every way but biologically.
‘I don’t believe you, Serina,’ he challenged. ‘Now are we going to argue about this here, or are you going to come with me?’
‘Come where?’ Not his apartment. No way was she going to go there again!
‘Somewhere private,’ he spluttered.
Felicity’s bouncing up to her mother right at that moment with Kirsty by her side was both a blessing and a curse.
‘Kirsty wants me to go to her place for a sleepover,’ she said. ‘Can I, Mum? Can I, please?’
‘Felicity, I… ’
‘Oh, please, Mrs Harmon,’ Kirsty begged. ‘Mum says it’s okay. Then we could spend tomorrow together.’
Serina knew there would be no dissuading them, not once they ganged up on her. On top of that, it provided her with the perfect solution over where to take Nicolas. She would feel much safer facing him in her own home; safer, and stronger.
‘All right, then,’ she said, relenting. ‘What about clothes?’
‘She can borrow some of mine, Mrs Harmon,’ Kirsty said. ‘We’re exactly the same size.’
‘Fine. Just don’t go doing anything silly.’
‘Like what?’
‘Like going too far into the bush looking for more sick koalas. The weather forecast for tomorrow is very hot, even hotter than today, and windy—perfect bushfire weather. Promise me you’ll stay close to Kirsty’s place.’
‘We promise,’ the two girls chorused.
‘You could go out with Nicolas again tonight, if you wanted to,’ Felicity added, and Kirsty giggled.
It didn’t surprise Serina that her daughter was still trying to matchmake her with Nicolas. That girl never let up, once she got a bee in her bonnet. If only she knew!
‘What a good idea,’ Nicolas said immediately with a coldly cryptic smile. ‘I enjoyed the time I spent with your mother today very much. We’ve always been great mates. We could go the movies, Serina, like we used to.’
Serina felt all the blood drain from her face. Because of course they never went to the movies in the past. They just told their parents that was where they were going. They always spent the time making love.
If he thought he could somehow coerce her into having more sex with him, then he was sadly mistaken. But then an appalling thought popped into her head. What if he said he’d tell everyone in Rocky Creek he was Felicity’s father if she didn’t do just that?
Surely he wouldn’t do a wicked thing like that. Surely not!
Nicolas saw her moment of realisation. Saw, also, the way her chin rose, her eyes spearing his with tigerish fury.
‘I’m way too tired to go to the movies,’ she returned coolly. ‘But you can come back to my place for some coffee, if you like.’
He didn’t like. He didn’t want to go where she’d played happy family with Greg Harmon with his daughter. But he could hardly make a fuss in front of Felicity and her friend.
Frankly, Nicolas wasn’t sure what he was going to do as yet. Except make Serina suffer for a while.
She deserved to suffer, if what he suspected was true.
‘An excellent idea,’ he said crisply.
‘I can’t leave straight away,’ Serina said once Felicity and Kirsty ran off together. ‘I have to help clean up here. As you can see, the party’s coming to a close and there’s lots of mess. All the plastic chairs have to be stacked up and put away as well.’
Nicolas controlled himself with difficulty. He was used to getting his own way with things, used to people jumping to do his bidding.
Serina was clearly past doing his bidding. It came to him suddenly that she’d only appeared to do so this afternoon because she had a secret agenda. To get him out of Rocky Creek as soon as possible.As much as she might have seemed to enjoy his lovemaking, she was probably faking it, the same way she’d faked her mad passion that night at the Opera House. All to get him to have sex with her without protection. All to conceive the child that she knew Greg Harmon couldn’t give her.
A dark fury—and even darker desires—filled his soul as he thought about that night. What a fool he’d been! A blind besotted fool! But he would have her again—tonight.And she’d let him. Because that would be his bargain. One more night of sex in exchange for his silence, plus his departure tomorrow…
SERINA expected him to argue with her. But he didn’t.
‘In that case, I’ll help,’ he said. ‘That way, you’ll be finished more quickly.’
Which was true. Nicolas, the celebrated entrepreneur, was also a splendid organiser. Within thirty minutes everything was cleared away, the floors swept, the chairs stacked. Fortunately, during this time, her mother had left to take a tired Mrs Johnson home and Felicity had gone off with Kirsty and her parents.
Night was just falling when they emerged from the hall at eight-thirty, by which time Serina had her arguments all fixed firmly in her mind. She clung to the fact that Nicolas had no proof, just suspicion.
‘It’s still very hot out here,’ he complained straight away. ‘I hope your place has air-conditioning. If it doesn’t we’ll be going elsewhere.’
Serina kept her temper with difficulty. ‘It has air-conditioning. On a timer, which I set for eight. The house should be nice and cool by the time we get there. But even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be going anywhere else with you, Nicolas Dupre.’
‘Is that so?’ came his cold reply. ‘That’s a matter to be seen. My wheels are over here.’ And he took a hold of her arm.
She would have wrenched her arm away if other people hadn’t been nearby. ‘I have my own wheels, thank you very much,’ she said and extracted herself carefully from his grasp. ‘It’s the white car over there. You can follow me home, it’s not far.’
‘How far?’
‘Less than a kilometre. I live up at the top end of Winter Street. Remember the old strawberry farm? Well, developers bought it, tore down the dump of a farmhouse and turned it into a very nice estate. Greg and I bought a block of land there not long after we got married.’
Nicolas really didn’t want to hear about Serina’s life with Greg Harmon. He was still finding it hard to believe what she’d done. The girl he’d known—and loved—wasn’t capable of such deception. There again, the girl who’d come to him that night at the Opera House hadn’t been that same girl. She’d been engaged