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‘It was Santo he asked for. He was quite specific about that. Your grandfather asked for Santo Ferrara.’
Fia felt her knees shake and she glanced at Santo in horror. ‘No! Seeing you will upset him badly.’
‘He is already upset. Apparently there are things he needs to say,’ the consultant told them, ‘so I think it might be helpful for him. But keep it brief and keep any stress to a minimum.’
Santo would tell him that Luca was his child.
How was that keeping stress to a minimum?
Apparently suffering from none of her doubts, Santo strode through the door. ‘Let’s do this.’
She shot after him. ‘Please don’t.’ She kept her voice low. ‘Whatever you think of me, don’t do this. Please don’t tell him yet. Wait until he’s stronger.’ She almost stumbled as she tried to keep up with him, panicking madly, unable to see a single way that this encounter was going to have a happy ending. Why was her grandfather asking to see him? At this stage he couldn’t even know that it was Santo who had saved his life.
Reluctantly, she walked into the room and caught her breath at the sight of the machines and wires that dominated her grandfather’s frail form.
For a moment she couldn’t move and then she felt a warm strong hand close over hers and the reassuring squeeze of male fingers.
Shocked, Fia stood for a moment, distracted by the novel experience of being comforted.
And then she heard a sound from the bed and saw her grandfather’s eyes open. And she realised Santo’s touch wasn’t about comfort, but manipulation.
Instantly she snatched her hand away. ‘Nonno—’ She tried to catch his eyes and reassure him but her grandfather wasn’t looking at her. He was looking at Santo.
And Santo, being who he was, didn’t flinch or look remotely discomfited.
‘You gave us all a shock,’ he drawled, approaching the bed with a confidence that suggested he was a welcome visitor.
‘Ferrara—’ her grandfather’s voice was weak and shaky ‘—I want to know your intentions.’
There was a long pulsing silence and Fia shot Santo a pleading glance, but he wasn’t looking at her. He dominated the room, the power of his athletic physique a cruel contrast to the fragility of the man in the bed.
‘I intend to be a father to my son.’
Time stood still.
She couldn’t believe he’d actually said that. ‘I don’t—’
‘About time!’ Her grandfather’s eyes burned fiercely in his pale face. ‘For years I have been waiting for you to do the right thing—not even allowed to mention your name in case she walked out—’ He glared at Fia and then coughed weakly. ‘What sort of a man makes a woman pregnant and then leaves her to cope alone?’
‘The sort of man who didn’t know,’ Santo replied in a cool tone, ‘but now intends to rectify that mistake.’
Fia barely heard his response. She was staring at her grandfather.
‘What?’ He snapped the words. ‘You thought I didn’t know? Why do you think I was so angry with him?’
She sank into the nearest chair. ‘Well, because—’
‘You thought it was because of a stupid piece of land. And because of your brother.’ Her grandfather closed his eyes, his face pale against the hospital sheets. ‘I don’t blame him for your brother. I was wrong about a lot of things. Wrong. There. I said it. Does that make you happy?’
Fia’s heart clenched. A lump formed in her throat. ‘You shouldn’t be talking about this now. It isn’t the time.’
‘Always trying to smooth things over. Always wanting everyone to love each other and be friends. Keep an eye on her, Ferrara, or she’ll turn your son into a wimp.’ Her grandfather’s frame was racked by a paroxysm of coughing and Fia fumbled for the buzzer. Within moments the room filled with staff but he waved them away impatiently, his eyes still on Santo. ‘There’s one thing I want to know before they pump me full of more drugs that are going to dull my mind—’ his voice rasped ‘—I want to know what you’re going to do now that you know.’
Santo didn’t hesitate. ‘I’m going to marry your granddaughter.’
CHAPTER FIVE
HE HATED hospitals.
