n. The Demakis and Kouros families had every reason to want to be rid of Long women permanently.
"Yes, but my plans backfired."
"I'm sorry." She hated to see Phillippa looking and sounding so defeated.
She was a truly kind person and a very caring mother. That counted for a lot in Rachel's book.
"No, it is I who am sorry. You were hurt through no fault of your own. Sebastian was too emotionally volatile after the funeral to make good relationship choices. I should have known this. I am his mother, but I ignored any trepidations because I did not see how I could throw you two together again. If you went back to the States, I knew you would never return to Greece. You had already made it very clear you wanted a life far removed from that of your mother's. I erred in judgment badly and now you will not even consider marriage to my son."
"It wasn't your error in judgment that caused the problems between Sebastian and me. It was his."
"But I explained that."
"Even if what you say is true and Sebastian's behavior was spurred by grief." And she wasn't sure she bought that scenario. "I'm not about to marry a man who sets the wedding up without my consent and didn't even let me pick out my own wedding dress."
The older woman touched it, much as Rachel had done, running her hands along the soft fabric. "It is a beautiful dress."
"That's not the point."
"He did not ask you?"
"He told me and that's not the same thing at all."
Phillippa's head was averted as she picked up the flowers and smelled them. "Some women might find that romantic."
"If they were loved, maybe. I found it incredibly arrogant."
"So, you will deny him his place by your side because he knows his own mind and acts on it?" For the first time, Phillippa's voice echoed with censure toward Rachel and she faced her with a frown.
"He's going to court me." She didn't know why she'd said it, maybe because she hated to see this woman she admired so much disappointed in her.
Phillippa's expression cleared and a relieved smile creased her features. "Ah, that is a good thing. He should have thought of that to begin with."
Yes, he should have, but the truth was a man didn't automatically think to court a woman he was marrying solely for the sake of their unborn child.
Sebastian's intended courtship had a rocky start when he called Rachel into his study later that afternoon so she could sign papers to receive ownership of the island villa. His accountant was also in attendance with information on her new money market account, checkbook and a slew of credit cards in her name. Sebastian wanted her taken care of in every way he could devise.
Not that his efforts on her behalf had done any good.
Her response to his offer of the villa had been anything but positive.
"I don't want your money, or your house." She pushed the papers away, refusing to sign them, her green eyes dark with anger.
Why should she be angry he wanted to give her a home?
"You should have inherited more than the book collection when Matthias died, but I was too angry after the funeral to appreciate that fact. This only makes things right."
"Matthias was my mother's husband, not my father. He owed me nothing."
"I am your child's father. You cannot say I owe you nothing." He mentally dared her to deny his pronouncement.
She glared her defiance at him and did just that. "You owe me nothing."
"This is not true."
She jumped up from her chair and paced across the room, stopping in front of a shelf filled with framed photographs of his family. All of the ones with Andrea's image had been removed. He had seen to it.
Now he wondered if he should have left at least one for Rachel's sake.
"I am not my mother. When are you going to realize that fact?" She spoke with her ramrod straight back to him, her beautiful chestnut hair up in a twist, revealing the vulnerable column of her neck.
He wanted to walk over there, take her in his arms and press biting kisses on the spot he had discovered was an instant erogenous zone for her.
"I did not say you were."
She spun around, ignoring the other two occupants of the study as if they were not there. "Then why give me the house? You don't have to buy access to your child. I already told you that. I would never do to our baby what was done to me.''
She vibrated with anger and something else, a vulnerability he did not want witnessed by others. He dismissed his men, including the security guard outside the door, leaving him alone with Rachel.
"What do you mean, what was done to you?"
Her expression turned haunted, her bow-shaped lips going bloodless as she bit them. "My mother took me away from my father when I was a small child. I never saw him again and when I got older she refused to tell me who he was so I could find him."
Andrea Demakis had been a bitch of the first order. "What of your birth record?"
"I don't know where it is. She refused to give it to me or tell me where I was born."
"You could have hired a detective agency."
She laughed, the sound more bitter and hollow than anything he'd ever heard from her. "That kind of investigation costs thousands and I don't have anywhere near your kind of money, Sebastian."
He considered that. If what she said was true, and he was past the point where he doubted her on the principle she was anything like her mother, then it was another nail in the coffin of his stupidity three months before. "But you want to know your father?"
"Yes. I remember him loving me."
The words slammed into Sebastian like a powerful anvil. For all that Andrea had done to his family, she had done infinitely worse to her daughter. No one could ever have accused the self-centered woman of loving anybody, least of all the sensitive woman before him.
"Yet, he did not seek you out." He could have bitten his own tongue out after speaking.
Damn it, she did not need a reminder that neither of her parents had cared enough about her to see to her best interests.
"No. I believe he tried, but I think Andrea made it impossible. I remember being so sure as a little girl that he would come for me, positive that my daddy would never forget me. That kind of trust was not instinctive to me. He had to have earned it."
Sebastian wondered. She could be right, or the man could have been more like her mother than Rachel wanted to believe. He would find her father and determine for himself if reuniting with the man would hurt or heal his woman.
"Is this why you are so opposed to me taking care of you? Andrea taught you not to rely on anyone."
"I'm not against it. Not for now anyway. I don't really have a choice, do I?"
Rachel crossed her arms over her chest as if protecting herself and it made him furious she felt the need to do so with him but it was obvious she did.
And he knew also it was his own fault.
"Once the baby is born, I can go back to work, but I wouldn't have called you if I wasn't going to accept your help in the interim."
The fact she had trusted him to stand by his responsibilities was little consolation at the moment. "You called me solely because you feared for our baby's welfare."
"Yes."
Her confirmation gutted him, but he gritted his teeth against saying anything. She had good reason not to want to see him again otherwise, but no matter what he had said, he could not fathom her believing he would permanently let her go after what they had shared.
"And would I have ever found out about my child if you had not become ill?"
"I told you, I would not have kept your child a secret from you once it was born. Both of you deserved a chance to know each other."
He should be grateful for at least that much, but he wasn't. He wanted far more than grudging duty from the woman standing before him, looking so beautiful she made him ache with wanting her.
"Yet you would have gone through pregnancy alone because you did not trust me to be there for you."
> He could see the truth in her beautiful green eyes. Given the choice, she would have kept him out of her life completely, even if she had allowed him access to their child. The only difference now was her health and as much as it pained him, he had to be grateful for it.
"I'm not alone now," she pointed out, as if comforting him.
He was not in the mood to be comforted.
First she had refused to marry him and now she wanted to refuse everything else he offered her. “Nor are you without financial resources if you would but accept them."
"I didn't get pregnant in order to extort money and houses out of you." Her eyes flashed disdain at him.
"I never thought you did."