A D'Angelo Like No Other by Carole Mortimer Read Free Book Online

had fathered twins with a woman other than Nina.
    Michael only knew how he would feel in the same situation!
    No matter what the cost to himself, to any other relationship he might have in his life at the time, Michael knew he would want his children with him. And Rafe, despite the outward differences in their personalities, was enough like him to feel the same way. Which was the reason Michael, at least, was convinced Rachel Foster hadn’t told Rafe anything about her pregnancy or the twins’ birth.
    ‘I’m merely stating a fact, Miss Foster,’ Michael answered her abruptly. ‘Not that I’m saying that would definitely be the case, only that you should consider it as a possibility.’
    Eva didn’t want to even consider the idea of the twins ever being taken away from her!
    Yes, she found it difficult, all-consuming, to care for two small babies night and day, but she would dare any woman in the same situation, even the natural mother, to deny that it was hard work.
    And yes, caring for the twins had also put her career on semi-permanent hold.
    But that didn’t mean she would ever willingly give them up.
    The opposite, in fact; she knew she would fight tooth and nail to prevent that from ever happening.
    She strode over to take control of the babies’ pushchair. ‘Perhaps I made a mistake coming here.’
    ‘I’m afraid it’s too late for that, Eva.’
    She stilled, as much at hearing Michael D’Angelo speak her name in that husky, nerve-tingling tone as at the words he had spoken.
    And how stupid of her was that?
    Michael D’Angelo was too arrogantly handsome for his own good, wealthy beyond belief, extremely powerful—worse, he was using those last two things to threaten her—and her only response was to once again feel that quiver of awareness down the length of her spine, to feel her breasts swelling beneath her T-shirt, and the nipples tightening, engorging, in physical arousal.
    More humiliating still, they were no doubt engorged nipples that Michael D’Angelo would be able to see pressing against the tightness of her T-shirt!
    Eva couldn’t quite meet the darkness of his gaze as she gave him an over-bright smile at the same time as she turned the pushchair towards the office door. ‘I’m sure I’ve taken up enough of your valuable time for one day, Mr D’Angelo—’
    ‘You aren’t leaving, Eva.’
    She gave him a startled glance as she came to an abrupt halt. ‘What do you mean? Of course I’m leaving.’
    ‘This office, maybe—’
    ‘There’s no “maybe” about it—’
    ‘—but I’m afraid I can’t allow you to leave Paris until I’ve spoken to Rafe,’ Michael D’Angelo continued as if she hadn’t spoken, the authority in his voice unmistakeable, despite the even softness of his tone.
    ‘You can’t allow me!’ Eva stared at him incredulously. ‘Forgive me, Mr D’Angelo, but at what point in this conversation did you think I gave you the right to tell me what I can or can’t do?’
    He gave a tight smile. ‘I believe, Miss Foster, that it was at the point you told me it’s your belief that my brother Rafe is the father of your niece and nephew.’
    Eva’s eyes narrowed. ‘I think that’s for Rafe and me to discuss further, don’t you?’
    ‘And that’s where the problem lies.’
    ‘I still fail to see why...?’
    Michael drew in a deep controlling breath, hating what he was doing, but knowing he had no real choice. The fact that Eva Foster was so far unaware of Rafe’s recent marriage didn’t mean that she would remain so, and for Rafe and Nina’s sake Michael had no choice but to keep an eye—a very close eye—on the young woman who could put a serious strain on his brother’s recent marriage. And for Michael to be able to do that Eva Foster had to remain in Paris...
    His mouth thinned. ‘I’ve already told you my brother isn’t available for either of us to talk to right now—’
    ‘And very mysterious you were about it, if you want my opinion!’