âItâs insane to think so!â
Xanderâs eyes darkened. âIf it is the prenuptial agreement you object toâtough. That is not negotiable. Youâve hardly proved trustworthyâ
She gave a laugh. It had a note of hysteria in it. It made Xanderâs eyes focus on her even more narrowly. She rubbed a hand over her brow.
âThis is insane,â she said heavily. âItâs mad that you should even think of marrying me like this.â She lifted her eyes to him. âI never wanted you to know about Joey. Never!â She saw his eyes darken malevolently at her words, but ploughed on, ignoring his reaction. âI wish you had never found out,â she said bleakly. âI wish I had never set eyes on you again. But itâs too late now. Too late.â Her voice was heavy. Then she looked at him, her shoulders squaring. âI wonât marry youâitâs insane even to think it!â
Something moved in his eyes. Something that made her feelfaint. Then there was a caustic etching of lines around his mouth as he replied.
âYou are saying you prefer this ââhe gestured with his hand, his eyes sweeping the room, which was furnished with old-fashioned furniture from Viâs younger days, worn now, as were the carpet and the curtains ââto the life you would lead as my wife?â
âYes,â said Clare. âIf all I cared about was your money, Xander, donât you think Iâd have told you I was pregnantâeven if you had just thrown me out like garbage?â
His eyes flashed again. âI did not âthrow you out like garbageâ! I made suitable alternative arrangements for your accommodation. I gave you a suitable token of my apprecââ
â Donât say that word! If you say it one more time to me, I swear to God I willâ¦I willâ¦â
She sat down heavily on the bed, and the springs creaked. Her legs would not hold her up any more.
She looked across at him. He was standing stiffly, rigid.
âOh, go to hell,â she mumbled. âJust go to hell, Xander. I know the law will let you have some visiting rights to Joey, and if you really insist on them I know I canât stop you. But donât ever think youâre going to get any more. I donât want you in my life again.â
His face stilled. It sent a shiver of foreboding through her.
âBut I,â he said, âhave every intention of being in my sonâs life. I have every intention of being his father.â
She gave a twisted laugh, cut short.
âFather? You donât know the slightest thing about being a father.â
For a moment there was a silence that could have been cut with a knife.
âThanks to you,â said Xander, softly and sibilantly. âBecause of you, I am a stranger to my own son. I did not even know his name when I spoke to him!â
Clareâs mouth tightened. She would not let him make her feel guilty. She would not. She stood up, forcing herself upright, folding her arms tightly across her chest. Her chin lifted.
âWell, if youâre so keen to be a father, come and learn to be one. But listen to meâand listen to me well!â Her expressiongrew fierce. âFatherhood is for life, Xander! Itâs not some novelty that you can amuse yourself with or get off on self-righteously because I dared to object to the way you treated me and never told you about Joey. Donât think that being stinking rich means you can just have the easy bits and dump the rest on your paid minions! And above allââ she bit each word out ââit is not something you do without committing to it for the rest of your life. Because if you hurt my sonâif you cause a single tear to fall from his eyes because you get bored with him, or put yourself first, or put making money first or, God help you, play with your mistresses first!âthen you wonât be fit to be his