Dante Claiming His Secret Love-Child
“No. I cannot permit you to—”
“And I cannot permit you to argue with me,” he said gently. “The card is yours, Gabriella. Buy whatever you like. For the baby, for yourself. Whatever you need or want.”
She looked at the card, then at him. “A loan, then. Until I am back on my feet.”
He didn’t want her on her feet, he wanted her in his bed, he thought, and felt heat sweep through his body.
“What?”
“Nothing. You and Mrs. Janiseck doing okay?”
“Oh, yes. She’s wonderful.”
Wonderful, indeed. His housekeeper hadn’t so much as blinked at finding a woman and baby in his life; if anything, she’d seemed delighted.
“She has a niece, did you know that?”
“No. No, I didn’t.”
“Stacia. She is studying to be a teacher. She’s been an au pair the last few summers. Mrs. Janiseck says she’s excellent with babies. She suggested she could stay with Daniel—when I am out on interviews.”
This entire conversation was starting to sail over his head.
“Interviews?”
“Yes. I telephoned my old agent and asked him to see if he can get me some work. Why are you frowning? I need work, Dante. I have no money and…and I already owe you a fortune.”
He supposed she did need to work. Not to repay him for anything; he’d never take a dime from her, but instinct told him not to tell her that just now. But, yes, she needed to work for the same reason he did, for the fulfilment of it—except, she could feel all that, the fulfilment of just being with him. He was sure of it because it was how he felt, being with her, and what in hell was he doing, heading for the office after only a handful of days alone with his Gabriella?
“I have,” he said, “a brilliant idea.”
She gave a soft laugh. “Such modesty.”
“We’ll tell Mrs. Janiseck we’ll hire Stacy—”
“Stacia.”
“We’ll ask Stacia if she’d like to be Daniel’s nanny. I’m sure we can work out a schedule flexible enough to suit her.”
“Yes, but—”
“But,” he said solemnly, “you can’t afford it.”
She flushed. “No. I can’t.”
“Well, you won’t have to. See, I’ll employ her, not you.”
“I cannot impose on you this way, Dante.”
“I need the tax break,” he said, lying with aplomb. Who even knew if a nanny’s wages were deductible? More to the point, who gave a damn?
“So many tax breaks,” she said, raising her eyebrows. “The fazenda, a nanny—”
His mouth captured hers. His hand delved deeper, cupping her bottom, seeking her sweet heat.
She caught her breath, rose to him, wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Dante,” she whispered, her lips an inch from his, “we have to talk.”
He answered by scooping her into his arms, saying to hell with the office and carrying her back to bed.
An hour later he phoned his AP, told her he wouldn’t be in for the week.
“Still out of town,” she said, because he was using his cell and one of the best things about cells was that they didn’t give away your location. “Want to give me an alternate phone number or stay with your mobile?”
“The mobile,” he said casually.
It wasn’t as if he were avoiding telling her he was home. Or telling his brothers. It was just that he didn’t feel like explaining things just yet to them or, God forbid, his sisters and his mother.
The situation—that word again—was still complicated. While he worked things out, it was probably best to keep the news about Gabriella and the baby to himself.
A man was entitled to privacy, wasn’t he? Besides, he hadn’t taken any time off in months.
He asked Mrs. Janiseck to invite her niece over for an interview. Stacia showed up late morning.
She was charming; she had great references and when she took Daniel from Gabriella’s arms, he gave her a solemn look and said, “Ba-ba-ba-ba!”
“Oh, he’s babbling,” Gabriella said happily. “Right on time!”
Dante felt like asking why babbling was such a big deal. He did it all the time—but he had a feeling the three women would have given him the kind of look a man did not want women to give, so he nodded wisely.
“Such a big, beautiful boy,” Stacia cooed.
He could actually see the tension ease from Gabriella’s shoulders.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he said softly. “How about we go out for lunch?”
“Do, please,” Stacia said. “That will give Daniel and me time to get acquainted.”
Gabriella and Stacia talked about diapers. About formula. About a zillion things until, finally, Mrs. Janiseck clucked her tongue and shooed Dante and Gabriella gently out the door.