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have called.”
    She swung back to look at him. “Are you serious? Would you want this kind of news over the phone?”
    He didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled something from his rear pocket and tapped it on his palm. “How much money do you want, Lia?”
    Her heart turned to stone in her chest as she realized he was holding a checkbook. And though she needed money—desperately—it hurt that he thought all he needed to do was buy her off.
    And it hurt that he didn’t want this child growing inside her. That he could so easily shove aside thatconnection and have nothing to do with a person who was one half of him.
    My God, she’d really chosen well, hadn’t she?
    “You think I came here for money?” It would solve her most immediate problem, but it wouldn’t really solve anything. She’d still be single and pregnant, and her family would still be furious—and the Correttis had a long arm.
    “Didn’t you?”
    Lia stood. She had to fold her arms over her middle to hide their trembling. “Get out,” she said, fighting the wave of hysteria bubbling up inside her.
    He took a step toward her and then stopped. The checkbook disappeared in his jeans again. He looked dark and broody and so full of secrets he frightened her. And yet a part of her wanted, desperately, to slide into his arms and experience that same exhilaration she had back in Sicily.
    “You expect marriage,” he said, almost to himself. “That’s why you came.”
    It seemed so silly when spoken aloud like that, but she couldn’t deny the truth of it. She had thought she would race to D.C., tell Zach she was pregnant and he would be so happy he’d want to take care of her and the baby forever.
    Lia closed her eyes. What was wrong with her? Why was she always looking for acceptance and affectionwhere there was none? Why did she think she needed a man, any man, in her life anyway?
    “This is your baby in here,” she said, spreading her hand over her abdomen. “How can you not want it?”
    He raked a hand through his hair and turned away from her. Once more, she was studying his beautiful, angry profile.
    “Assuming what you say is true, I’m not good father material.” He said it quietly, with conviction, and her heart twisted in her chest.
    Still, she couldn’t allow sympathy for the pain in his voice to deflect her from the other part of what he’d said. “If you don’t believe me, why are you here? Do you usually offer to pay women to get them to go away?”
    He turned back to her, his expression cool. “I’ve encountered this situation before, yes. It has never been true, by the way.” He spread his hands wide. “But my family name encourages the deception.”
    Lia stiffened. “I really don’t care who your family is,” she said tightly. “I did not come here for them.”
    “Then what do you want, Lia?”
    She swallowed. She’d thought—naively, of course—there had been something between them in Palermo. Something more than just simple animal attraction. She’d thought he might be glad to see her. God, she was such a fool.
    The only thing she had was the truth.
    “My family will be very angry when they find out,” she said softly. “And Alessandro will likely marry me off to one of his business associates to prevent a scandal.” She dropped her gaze and smoothed her hand over her belly again. “I suppose I could deal with that if it were only me. But I’m afraid for my baby. A Sicilian man won’t appreciate a wife who is pregnant with another man’s child.”
    She could feel his gaze on her and she lifted her head, met the tortured darkness of his eyes. And the heat. It surprised her to find heat there, but it was indisputable. The heat of anger, no doubt.
    “You know this to be true,” she said. “You are part Sicilian yourself.”
    “A small part, but yes, I know what you mean.”
    She could have breathed a sigh of relief—except she didn’t think he’d changed his mind about anything. “Then you will not