From Playboy to Papa! He was a shy little guy, though, and seemed to be flourishing in his pre-school class. She considered her options. Her mother lived on the other side of the world- France, in fact. Nicole and Joel could disappear there, at least for a while.
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From Playboy to Papa! For once, Rafe was finally winning against his older brother Damien. His younger brother Michael, however was nipping at his heels. Rafe scratched his next shot and muttered under his breath. He lined up his next shot and missed. Damien glanced at his watch then looked at each of his brothers.
He set down his cue and lifted his glass. Two more and he took the game. The woman looked familiar. Pulling the newspaper closer, he took a second look and immediately identified the woman in the background of the photo.
His gut twisted as a half dozen emotions ambushed him. He knew that silky blond hair even though it was darker now, those sexy blue eyes, that body designed to make a man insane.
And, boy, had she known how to use it. This client purchased two premium yachts and has some friends who want to lease. He shook his head. What the hell was Tabitha doing with him?
She was a spoiled rich girl. He frowned and studied the photo again. The little boy had brown, curly hair and stood shyly beside her leg. Rafe did the math and cold realization rushed through him. The boy looked like a Medici.
Despite the fact that she was a cheater, he could be his son. He clenched his fist. He would find out if he had a son or not. Even though Atlanta was in the South, winter temperatures could dip into the thirties. She headed for her car, noticing a tall, handsome man walking along the same sidewalk toward her. His dark hair was tousled by the wind. Strong eyebrows framed his dark eyes. His cheeks held a tinge of color from the chill.
The only downside was that his full mouth was set in a straight hard line, as if he were displeased and going to do something about it. She averted her gaze. Being mistaken for her twin had happened to her too many times to count, but not since her sister had died.
The problem was that Nicole was never sure exactly how Tabitha had treated the person confronting her. Since her sister had died a few years ago, hearing the mistake came as a shock. Disbelief, then confusion crossed his face. He rubbed his chin. A stab of pain took her by surprise. People thought she was so headstrong that she could survive anything. It was a huge shock to us. He extended his hand to her. She took it and was immediately struck by his warmth and strength.
His hand felt good around hers. And you are? Her heart hammered in her chest as if someone had set off a fire alarm inside her. It took a moment for her to remove her hand from his. She needed to get away from him. As fast as she possibly could. She took a deep breath and stepped backward.
Biting the inside of her lip, she paused and looked at the space between his eyes instead of meeting his gaze. Her heart pounding a mile a minute, she unlocked the door and slid inside. She started to close the door, but Rafe Medici appeared beside her and caught it. It was a terrible loss. I would not want that for a son of mine. Her sister had described him as possessing a monster ego. Nicole shot a look at the large hand that prevented her departure.
She felt his assessing gaze as he slowly moved his hand. Not easily intimidated. Why should she be surprised? Nicole pulled her door shut and peeled out of the parking lot. She certainly hoped not. No flowers. Droplets of cold sweat forming on her skin, she exited on to the interstate, her mind whirling. Nicole maintained a low profile. It had been easy for her. Tabitha had been the flashy one, and that had been fine with Nicole. A reporter writing stories about disabled veterans had surprised them and captured the three of them in a photograph, which had been published in the newspaper.
Of all the dumb luck.
From Playboy to Papa!
Feb 17, Anuradha rated it liked it Yet another Italian dude who discovers he has a child tucked in somewhere and comes looking. And finds an angelic sister in the place of his original lover, taking care of the child. Nothing much to talk about in the story. He befriends the child, flirts with the sister.
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From Playboy to Papa! He wrapped it around her and gave her arms a gentle squeeze. He ushered her inside the house and she stopped just inside the door. And good night. Curling his fingers into a fist, he felt a punch of desire that surprised him. She was beautiful and classy, but so were other women.