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did . He could tell. She hoped that this was just a passing display of anger and might. She was probably congratulating herself on the fact that he now knew and that she and her son— his son —would be left in peace to get on with their lives once he’d lost interest.
    Suddenly Rafaele wanted to insert himself deep into Sam’s life. Deep into her . He remembered what that had felt like too—that moment of exquisite suspension when neither of them could draw in a breath because he was embedded so deep inside her—
    ‘This will work my way or no way,’ he gritted out, ruthlessly crushing those incendiary images, exerting a control over his body he rarely had to call on.
    ‘Rafaele—’
    ‘No, Samantha. I will concede that you are right that Milo must come first, so I agree that he should stay where he is most secure.’
    ‘You do?’
    Rafaele didn’t even bother to agree again, he just continued, ‘So, with that concern in mind, I will compromise.’
    She swallowed again. Now she looked nervous. Good . She should . Rafaele smiled and got a fleeting moment of satisfaction from the way her eyes dropped to his mouth and flared with something hot.
    ‘I’ll move in with you.’
    Sam’s eyes met his and grew wider. He saw her struggling to compute the information. She even shook her head slightly.
    ‘I’m sorry... I don’t think I heard you properly... You said you’ll what?’
    Rafaele smiled even more widely now, enjoying himself for the first time in days. ‘You heard me fine, Samantha, I said I’ll move in with you. Then you will have no reason to deny me access to my son as I’ll be doing everything in my power to accommodate you—isn’t that right?’
    Sam felt as if she was suspended in time, disbelieving of what she’d just heard. But then the smug look on Rafaele’s face told her she hadn’t misheard. Twice .
    ‘But...you can’t. I mean...’ Her brain seemed to have turned to slush. ‘There’s no room.’
    Rafaele quirked a brow. ‘It looks like a decent-sized house to me. I would imagine there’s at least three bedrooms? All I need is one.’
    Sam cursed his accuracy and diverted her thoughts away from remembering Rafaele’s palatial bedroom in his palazzo , with the bed big enough for a football team. They’d covered every inch of it.
    Stiffly she said, ‘It’s not a good idea. You wouldn’t be comfortable. It’s not exactly up to this standard.’ She gestured with her arm to take in the surrounding opulence.
    Rafaele grimaced. ‘This place is too big for just me.’ And then his eyes glinted with sheer wickedness. ‘I find my preferences running to much more modest requirements all of a sudden.’
    Sam felt old bitterness rise. No doubt he meant much in the same way his preferences had become more ‘modest’ when he’d found himself briefly in thrall to her. Seduced, presumably, by her complete naivety and innocence because he’d become momentarily jaded by the far more sophisticated women he usually went for. This had been evidenced by the fact that he’d never even taken her out in too public a social setting, preferring to keep their dates secluded and secret .
    Sam shook her head, the mere thought of Rafaele in her house for an extended period making her seize inwardly. Not to mention the fact that he expected her to work for him.
    ‘No. This is not going to happen. Maybe if you moved closer—’
    Suddenly Rafaele was far too close and Sam’s words faltered. Any hint of wickedness was gone.
    ‘No, Samantha. I am moving in with you and there is nothing you can do or say to put me off this course. I’ve missed important milestones already in my son’s life and I’m not about to miss another moment.’
    Shakily Sam said, ‘Please, there must be another way to do this.’
    Rafaele stepped even closer. Sam could smell him now and see the lighter flecks of green in his eyes. See the dark shadowing of stubble on his jaw. He’d always needed to shave twice a day. Her