Tara Pammi – The Surprise Conti Child (страница 10)
Still, her gaze was like a physical caress. Possessive and hungry and intent. And deeply disconcerting for the instant ache it evoked in him.
He looked at the picture and then at Alex. “That determined chin, that’s you.”
A smile curved her mouth, transforming her into a stunning beauty. “Really?”
“Where is she now?” he asked, more to distract himself from the scent of her fluttering toward him. Subtle yet lingering. Like the woman herself.
“With my parents. Isabella and I live with them. A friend of mine has a boy of Izzie’s age and she takes her during the day. You can keep the pictures.” She looked through her bag and extracted visiting cards and extended them to him. Like a salesgirl pushing a product. “These have all my numbers and email address. Just call me in advance, because after the accident and this trip, I can’t take off more—”
“In advance for what?” he repeated.
She shrugged but hurt shadowed her eyes. “Y’know...if you decide to see her.”
He emerged from the emotional knockout, her intention in all the things she had told him tonight shaping into coherence. His gut tightened.
When he made no move to take the cards, she put them on the small study table. “I’ll be in Milan for two more days if you have any questions.” She worried her bottom lip between her teeth. “If you can arrange a car for me, I’ll be off.”
A growl he couldn’t control emerged low in Leandro’s throat.
She thought she would show him pictures of his daughter and then bid him goodbye? That he would call her and make an appointment like some distant relative?
Did she think he had no honor, no sense of duty?
Have you treated her like you have any?
“Stay tonight,” he finally said, somehow managing to keep his tone smooth. A herculean feat seeing that his head was in a whirl, his world precariously tilted on its axis. And this woman, whom he’d tried to forget at all costs, suddenly was at the center of it. “You look like you’ll faint any minute.”
“I don’t want to cause trouble—”
“Little late for that, yes?” He slid the pictures back into the cover. “Someone from the staff will show you to a bedroom. Buenonotte, Alexis.”
* * *
Leandro paced inside his bedroom, the scent of a woman lingering inside the walls after so many years as disconcerting as the one who had left it behind. A million thoughts crowded him.
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