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His Child: The Mistress's Child / Nathan's Child / D'Alessandro's Child

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2019
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‘Nine-thirty, why—?’

‘Wait there!’ swallowed Lisi, and left the receiver on the bed while she rushed into Tim’s bedroom. What was the matter with him? Why hadn’t he woken at his usual unearthly hour? Had Philip Caprice climbed in through one of the windows in the middle of the night and kidnapped his son?

But to her relief her son was sitting on his bed, engrossed in playing with some of his new birthday toys. He looked up as Lisi flew into the room, and smiled.

‘Lo, Mum-mee,’ he said happily. ‘Me playing with tractor!’

‘So I see! And a lovely tractor it is too, darling,’ said Lisi, charging across the room to drop a kiss on top of his head. ‘Mummy’s just talking to Marian on the telephone and then we’ll have a great big breakfast together!’

But Tim’s head was bent over his toy again and he was busy making what he imagined to be tractor noises.

On the way back to speak to Marian, Lisi reflected how different things felt this morning. She no longer felt weak or intimidated by Philip. He had decided that he wanted contact and there was nothing she could do about it—but he could do all the legwork. She would just be polite. Icily polite.

Because during the middle of her largely sleepless night she had come to her senses and a great sense of indignation had made her softly curse his name.

He had been so busy attacking her that she hadn’t really had time to consider that he had shown no remorse about betraying his wife. Nor any shame for his part in what had happened. Philip obviously wanted to make her the scapegoat—well, tough! He should look to himself first!

She picked the phone back up. ‘Hello, Marian—are you still there?’

‘Just about,’ came the dry reply. ‘Where did you go—Scotland?’

‘Very funny.’

‘You sound more cheerful today,’ observed Marian.

‘I am,’ said Lisi. ‘Much happier!’

There was a short pause. ‘I don’t know if you’re going to be after what I’m about to tell you.’

A sudden sense of foreboding filled Lisi with dread. This was something to do with Philip. ‘What is it?’

‘It’s Philip Caprice.’

Exasperation and impatience made Lisi feel like screaming—until she reminded herself that the worst had already been exposed. There was nothing he could do to hurt and upset her now. ‘What now?’ she asked.

‘He wants you to show him round a property later this morning.’

‘He has to be kidding! Did you tell him that I’m off now until after Christmas?’

‘I told him that yesterday. Lisi, has something happened between you two?’

‘Apart from the very obvious?’ she asked tartly.

‘You know what I mean.’

Yes, she knew what Marian meant and she guessed that it was pointless keeping it from her boss—especially as she had already guessed that Philip was Tim’s father.

‘I told him,’ she said flatly.

‘You told him?’

‘He guessed,’ Lisi amended.

‘And?’

Lisi sighed. She had planned to get onto the phone first thing and tell Rachel all about it, but just then she badly needed to confide in somebody, and Marian was older and wiser. Lisi suspected that she had known straight away that a man as discerning as Philip would be bound to guess eventually.

‘He wants to be involved.’

‘With you?’

‘Oh, no,’ said Lisi with a hollow laugh. ‘Definitely not with me. With Tim.’

‘I see.’ Marian’s voice sounded rather strained. ‘That explains it, then.’

That sense of foreboding hit her again. ‘Explains what?’ she asked, her voice rising with a kind of nameless fear.

‘He really does want to buy somewhere here. In Langley.’

Lisi’s mouth thinned. ‘I see.’

‘And that’s not the worst of it.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘He wants you to show him around a property—’

‘But I’m on holiday, Marian!’

‘I already told him that.’

‘And even if I weren’t—I don’t want to show him around a property!’

‘He’s…well, he’s insisted, dear.’

‘He can’t insist,’ whispered Lisi. ‘Can he?’

Another pause. ‘He is the customer,’ said Marian apologetically, and suddenly Lisi understood. Marian was a businesswoman—and business was business was business. Philip Caprice was a wealthy and influential man and if he said jump, then presumably they would all have to leap through hoops for him.

She thought of all the times when Marian had let her have the morning, or even a couple of days, off work. When Tim had been ill. Or when she had taken him to have his inoculations. She was an understanding and kind employer, and Lisi owed her.

‘Okay,’ she sighed. ‘I can probably arrange for Rachel to look after Tim. When does he want to look round?’

‘Later on this morning. Think you can manage it? You can even leave Tim in here with us, if it’s difficult.’

‘I’m sure Rachel will be able to have him.’

‘Good!’ Marian’s voice grew slightly more strained. ‘There’s just one more thing, Lisi.’
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