“Can you understand why I ran to England, Paulo?”
“Yes, I can.” He nodded his head slowly. “But you’ve compromised me now, haven’t you, querida? Your father is convinced that I sired your baby. And to tell him otherwise would risk the kind of commotion you’re anxious to avoid.”
“So what do I do?”
His eyes glittered as he considered her question, the memory of her kiss still sweet on his mouth. “You stay here. With me. And after the baby is born, well, then…” He shrugged as he gave his rare and sexy smile.
“Then what?”Isabella questioned slowly. “What exactly are you suggesting?”
“Why, then we could enjoy our mutual passion, Bella,”he purred, seeing the darkening in her eyes.“After all, why should I take all of the responsibility of impending paternity, but with none of the corresponding pleasure? Live here. With me. And we will become lovers.”