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‘Lucas will be all right,’ he said as he sat beside her once more. ‘If it was bad news I’m sure Steve would’ve heard something.’
‘Thank you for being so kind,’ Kerry said.
‘Family is everything,’ he replied, his voice full of genuine feeling. ‘You know how much my own nephew means to me. Of course you feel the same about yours.’
Kerry drew her lower lip into her mouth and turned to look at him. She’d guessed he’d made the assumption that Lucas was Bridget’s baby. She didn’t know what her sister had told him—but from what Theo had said she’d been pretty upset. It would be natural for him to think that.
If she was ever going to confess her secret to him, then the moment was here.
‘Lucas is not my nephew.’ Her voice was quiet, but her heart was beating so loudly it almost deafened her. ‘He is my son.’
‘What?’
Theo stared at her in shock—not sure he had heard her correctly.
‘Lucas is my son,’ Kerry repeated.
She looked pale and sick, but she was meeting his gaze straight on—and he knew she was utterly serious. Then, almost as if his mind was working in slow motion, his thoughts pulled together to reach another obvious conclusion.
Kerry had said that Lucas was six months old. That meant six months…plus nine months…
‘He is my son.’
The words sliced through the air like a knife—like a giant blade slicing through the reality of Theo’s tightly disciplined and controlled world.
He had a son.
How could that be true? It didn’t seem possible that such a monumental fact could have been kept hidden from him. Kerry had kept his son—his own flesh and blood—a secret from him.
Why hadn’t she told him? The question flashed through his mind, but then he pushed it aside. Why didn’t matter.
‘You will regret this.’
‘Having your son?’ Her voice was thin and tremulous, as if she could sense the anger that was starting to build within him after the initial shock had sunk in.
‘The fact that you kept him from me,’ he said.
He stared at her pale face, feeling the violent thud of his heart beneath his ribs and the escalating fury surging around his body.
He had a son. He was a father. And Kerry had tried to stop him from knowing about it.
If it hadn’t been for Drakon Notara’s island Theo would never have gone looking for Kerry, and he would never have found out that he was a father. Even after they’d been together for more than a day it had taken this emergency for Kerry to confess to her deception. And that was probably because she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep up the pretence at the hospital.
‘You will not keep my son from me any longer.’
His voice throbbed with dangerous intent and his dark eyes bored into her like a weapon. Then he turned and walked away.
Kerry stared after him, shaking so hard that she had to grip on to the armrests. She knew trouble was coming.
Theo did not speak to her again apart from to confirm the details of which hospital Lucas had been taken to. They sat in his limousine silently. Kerry was dimly aware of the tension simmering within him, but mostly she was overwhelmed with anxiety about Lucas.
They arrived at the hospital and she spotted Bridget and Steve almost immediately. They were waiting for her in the hospital entrance hall with baby Lucas. The doctors had already discharged him.
‘Oh, my little one,’ Kerry said, holding her baby tightly to her. ‘Oh, my little angel.’
Her lips were trembling and her throat felt tight—then suddenly she burst into tears. Bridget was there with her, her arms around both of them.
‘He’s all right,’ Bridget said, hugging her reassuringly. ‘They said he’s all right. I overreacted when he fell—but I just felt so terrible.’
