Claiming His Hidden Heir: Claiming His Hidden Heir

‘Do you have a new partner?’

‘Not exactly,’ Cecelia croaked. ‘It was a one-off, well...’

‘That’s fine,’ Dr Heale said. ‘But with a casual encounter it is, of course, more important that you’re careful.’

She was right, except there was nothing casual about Cecelia’s feelings for Luka.

And there was that sting of shame again—not that Dr Heale turned a hair. If anything, she was very practical.

‘Perhaps, while you’re here, we should run a sexual health check,’ she suggested.

It looked like Cecelia would not be in and out in a couple of minutes; in fact, she returned from lunch a full hour late.

‘Luka’s been calling the office,’ Bridgette warned. ‘And he’s not best pleased that your mobile’s turned off.’

He certainly had been calling, Cecelia thought when she turned it back on. She had barely sat down before he called again.

‘How was the dentist?’ he asked, and there was an edge to Luka’s voice for he was quite sure where she had been.

‘Excuse me?’ Cecelia flared.

‘You’re the one making up excuses. Were you off visiting your new office? Or perhaps having lunch with your new boss—whoever that may be?’

‘No,’ Cecelia calmly responded. ‘I had an appointment. Now, what can I do for you?’

You can get here, Luka wanted to answer.

He had never had to chase or pursue, and the one woman who could have made him feel better had distanced herself from him.

‘How did the second-round interviews go?’

‘Very well. I have a shortlist of three for you to interview.’

‘Bring them in early next week.’

‘So you’ll be back on Monday?’ Cecelia checked.

But Luka had already rung off.

CHAPTER SEVEN (#u245a72a6-f6f3-5e34-95b9-5db1f3a65382)

CECELIA KNEW HE was back the very second she stepped out of the elevator.

That tangy citrus scent of him had never really left the place but it was stronger today.

There was a knot of tight nerves in her stomach and she had no idea how to play this. She sensed he had come out of his office as she hung up her jacket, and this was confirmed when she heard him speak.

‘Hi.’

His voice was low and deep and, though expected, she still had to fight not to jump. Instead she turned around at his greeting.

He looked amazing, and even if he had gone home to deal with a difficult situation it was clear there had been time spent in the sun.

‘Hi, Luka.’

‘How are things?’

‘Great. But Mr Garcia is insisting that you speak with him today.’

‘Tell him I can fit him in tomorrow.’