page10 (1/1)
‘The means are irrelevant,’ he snapped ‘Just accept that I did Nohere e?’
Her heart sinking, she stared at hioes to a local school and he’s doing very well, but’
He bit out the words like bullets ‘But what?’
She tried to keep the fear froolden child who had inherited so many of his father’s qualities
‘He’s good at sport and there just aren’t the facilities where we live The nearest park is a good bus ride away and Tara and I are often too busy working in the café to take him You remember Tara? She’s my sister’
‘I rehtly
She drew in a deep breath, hoping to see soranite features, but there was none And suddenly she wanted hireed to the e today Good reasons ‘Chico coland He offered et a work per the money to resettle Toto take Leo to the countryside and live soarden Soet plenty of fresh air and exercise II want him to have that kind of life’
Still his face showed no sign of reaction as he walked over to the large fireplace and pressed a bell recessed into the wall beside it Mo woman appeared—a beautiful, cool blonde Of course she was blonde Every wo every shade in the spectruold to moonbeam pale, because Dimitri needed blondes in the same way other men needed to breathe Her flaxen hair was cut into a soft bob and her high cheekbones marked her out as Slavic, so it calanced briefly over at Erin and nodded, before turning on her high-heeled shoes and leaving the rooain
Still Di and in a way his silence was farthan if he’d continued to subject her to a barrage of angry questions Would she ever be able to convince him that she’d tried to act in everyone’s best interests?
Erin was surprised when the blonde returned a fewa pair of jeans and a cashmere sweater over her ar them on the table in front of her, she smiled
‘I think they will fit you,’ she said, her cut-glass English accent see to contradict the fluent Russian she’d used moments before ‘But I have a belt you can use if the jeans are too big’
‘Spasiba, Sofia,’ growled Di as the blonde left the roole
Erin stared at the clothes ‘What are these for?’
‘What do they look like they’re for? Sofia is lending you so you ho you A wo dress would be bound to get the press excited, and Iclear of the newspapers these days’
Erin narrowed her eyes Was that why he hadn’t featured in any of his fahtclub shots with a half-clothed wo his seedy lifestyle?
She felt like refusing his autocratic demand to wear so to shiver Maybe it was reaction ‘Okay, I’ll put the jeans on,’ she said, fro teeth ‘But I don’t need you to takethe bus’
‘I don’t think you quite understand the situation, Erin,’ he said coldly ‘Unless you are trying to be coy, thinking I oing to happen So let e loud and clear’ His eyes glittered like early- you home so that I can meet my son’
CHAPTER THREE
‘YOU CAN’T,’ SAID Erin fervently as the liathered speed, and she turned to look at Diranite-faced sentry in the back seat beside her Sofia’s designer jeans were indeed too big but the baby-blue sweater hugged her nicely and now she armer she felt more in control She made one last attempt to appeal to the Russian’s better nature, even if deep in her heart she knew he didn’t have one ‘You can’t just turn up out of the blue and introduce yourself to a six-year-old boy and tell hi-lost father’