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

days.
    Just forty-eight hours!
    If Eva had sought him out just a week ago, even three days ago, then it might have been different, but as things stood this now seemed like an impossible situation. It was one thing to approach Rafe D’Angelo and ask for his financial help with the twins, something else completely for Eve to possibly wreck his marriage before it had even begun.
    Despite Eva’s urgings for her to do so, Rachel hadn’t really wanted to talk about Rafe D’Angelo after revealing the name of her babies’ father. As far as her sister was concerned it had been a holiday romance, the two of them not in love with each other, just enjoying a couple of weeks’ fun together in Paris.
    Rachel had been totally realistic about the whole affair. It had happened, and it was over when she left Paris, and that was the end of the relationship as far as she was concerned. Learning of her pregnancy hadn’t changed Rachel’s mind about that in the slightest.
    The decision to now seek out Rafe D’Angelo, to ask for his financial help with the twins, at least, had been completely Eva’s own idea.
    And she couldn’t have chosen a worse time to do it!
    Much as Eva needed Rafe D’Angelo’s help with the twins, she wasn’t a vindictive person, was well aware of the chaos it would cause if she was to force her way into his life now, with the twins in tow. As for his poor wife—!
    Eva tried to imagine how she would feel if confronted with twin babies belonging to her new husband. Oh, God...!
    No wonder Michael D’Angelo had been so adamant that neither he nor Eva could talk to Rafe ‘right here and now’. He could hardly contact his brother on his honeymoon and tell him of Eva’s presence in Paris, along with his son and daughter!
    She drew in a deep breath, her head clearing slightly as she did so, willing her pulse to slow as she looked up at the broodingly silent Michael D’Angelo. ‘I couldn’t have come here at a worse time.’ It was a statement rather than a question.
    ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ he drawled dryly. ‘I have a feeling that four o’clock in New York on Saturday would have been an even less welcome time for you to break the news. Rafe and Nina were married there at three o’clock,’ he explained in response to Eva’s puzzled frown.
    And she didn’t appreciate it if that was supposed to be Michael D’Angelo’s attempt at humour—from a man who looked as if he very rarely found anything to smile about! ‘What do I do now?’ She gave a slightly dazed shake of her head.
    ‘What do we do now?’ Michael corrected hardly.
    As far as he was concerned his decision not to let Eva Foster roam around Paris or London like a loose cannon, and in the process possibly arouse people’s curiosity as to her reason for doing so, still stood. Marie and Pierre’s obvious curiosity about her earlier was an example of exactly how that could, and no doubt would, occur!
    No, until it became possible for Michael to talk to Rafe he intended keeping Eva Foster, and these two babies, well away from the public and curious eye. At great inconvenience to himself, he might add. Rafe had better appreciate what he was doing for him, because Michael had no doubt the next couple of weeks were going to be excruciatingly painful ones for him. His brother was certainly going to owe him—big time!
    ‘I don’t understand...’ Eva Foster looked up at him blankly, obviously still suffering under some degree of shock at learning of Rafe’s recent marriage.
    Michael grimaced. ‘How long did you intend staying in Paris...?’
    She blinked. ‘My return flight is booked for three days’ time—I didn’t think it would take more than a day or two to speak with your brother,’ she added defensively as Michael frowned.
    ‘Cutting it a little fine, weren’t you?’ he rasped impatiently. ‘Never mind, we can cancel that flight and—’
    ‘I have no intention of cancelling my flight.’ Eva stood up abruptly. ‘Coming here at