still leaning against the door, grinned.
Favian turned to Adira. “You’re going to have a baby—my baby?”
“No, I’m having my baby,” Adira said. “I doubt you’ll have time to be a father when your harem of women come calling.”
“You have a harem and didn’t share?” Remy teased.
Lynette smirked. “You’re a cheeky one. I like you.”
Remy winked. “I like being liked.”
Favian made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. “Is there somewhere we can talk privately?”
“The bedroom is through here, follow me. It won’t make a difference though. I’m not getting rid of my baby nor do I want anything from you,” Adira said defensively.
“Don’t let him touch you, love. That’s how the bun got in the proverbial oven in the first place,” Lynette pointed out.
“Thank you for that statement, Lyn,” Adira said drolly. “Shouldn’t you go over to your flat and get ready for Billy?”
Lynette nodded. “Yeah, I guess so, but if they try to bully you, ring me up and I’ll come with my cricket bat and knock them silly.”
“I’m disappointed you’re leaving,” Remy murmured.
“I’m sure you are.” Lynette winked as she walked by. “I’m a saucy wench. You Americans wouldn’t know what to do with me.”
“A few things come to mind,” Remy’s smile widened.
“Remy, down,” Favian said.
“Is that what you two do? Hit on women and see who racks up the bloody highest score?” Adira snapped.
“I usually win,” Remy teased.
“You are not helping the situation,” Favian pointed out.
Remy laughed out loud. “I’m not the problem, buddy. Go do your thing. I’ll sit here and catch some telly or whatever the Brits call it. Go talk.”
Favian followed Adira down the hall and into a room. As soon as he closed the door behind him he pulled her into his arms. “ Mi querida , I’ve been searching for you.”
“Let me go, Favian. I’m not that stupid. You can keep your pretty words. Hillary told me everything.” Adira stepped out of his arms. “Don’t worry. You can go back to New York. I don’t want a penny from you.”
“Do you think I am the kind of person who would turn my back on my flesh and blood?” Favian asked.
“I don’t know. Hearing your sister tell it, you like to play it fast and loose. I already got myself tested in case the baby and I should have problems,” Adira said.
“I am not some disease-ridden male slut who lays with every Becky Sue in New York City,” Favian said in frustration. He pulled her down on the bed to sit next to him. Adira sat stiffly looking at the wall by the door until he turned her to face him. “Long story short, Hillary lied to you. The evil…witch thought she and I would be a couple.”
“Well, that’s disgusting. You’re siblings,” Adira gasped.
“Not by blood, but trust me, I do not feel the same way she does,” Favian said. “I never believed it until I came home and heard her crowing about it to one of her friends. Needless to say, I fixed that situation quick and started the process to find you. Who knew it would take two weeks to locate Ms. Adira Potts in London? And now that I find you, you’re carrying my child.” Favian cupped her cheek and kissed her gently. “I am so glad you didn’t deprive me of knowing my child or being able to be with you.”
Adira pushed him away. “You are not with me. You could be lying. Who knows why you are really in London.”
“Oh, for the love of…” Favian stopped himself. He pulled out his wallet and took a card from one of the pockets. “This is Harry Green, a private investigator I contacted to find you. He lives in London and he has been trying to find you for me. He can corroborate everything I say.”
Adira looked at him. “Okay, so suppose I believe you and you were looking for me, but now a baby changes everything. Maybe you just wanted a bit of fun and never to settle down.”
“Have you even met me?” Favian asked incredulously. “I