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am sure that can be arranged.’ He nodded, having already considered this problem earlier today when he had decided that marriage between himself and Isabella was the only real solution to Toby’s continued welfare.

      It would be a simple enough process to put a manager in charge of the vineyards here, with the occasional visit from him to make sure they were being run properly.

      ‘The Danti business interests are international, Isabella,’ he informed her. ‘I will simply take over the running of our London office. Your second condition…?’

      ‘Toby will attend schools of my choice—’

      ‘As long as that choice eventually includes Eton and then Cambridge, I do not foresee that as being a problem,’ Gabriel drawled.

      ‘Eton and Cambridge?’ Bella echoed disbelievingly.

      ‘The Dantis have been educated at Eton and Cambridge for several generations.’

      Bella shook her head. ‘Toby will begin attending the local school in September. Following that he will be a day-pupil at another local school.’

      Gabriel quirked one dark brow. ‘Then I suggest we ensure that we have already moved into a house close enough so that he can attend Eton school as a day-pupil.’

      He looked so damned smug, Bella fumed inwardly. So sure of himself.

      As he had no doubt been sure of what her answer to his marriage proposal would be. Proposal? Hah! Gabriel didn’t ask, he ordered; he was arrogance personified!

      But, while Toby had been enjoying himself as the centre of Cristo Danti and Gabriel’s attention, Bella had spent most of the day considering her options. Her limited options, she had very quickly realised, considering there was no way now of denying that Toby was Gabriel’s son—even if Bella did attempt to deny it, a simple blood test would prove her a liar!

      Just as there was no denying that the Dantis were a very rich and powerful family, both here and in Europe. In reality, what possible chance did she have of ensuring that she and Toby—especially Toby!—came out of a legal battle unscathed? The answer to that was only too clear. Against Gabriel Danti she had no chance.

      But if she was forced to agree to this marriage, then Bella was determined to have at least some say in what she would and would not agree to!

      ‘Thirdly,’ she snapped, ‘the marriage will be in name only.’ She looked across at him challengingly, her eyes widening in alarm as he suddenly stood up.

      Gabriel slowly shook his head. ‘I am sure that you are already well aware that will not be possible.’

      Because of their response to each other earlier today!

      A response that still made Bella cringe whenever she thought about it—which she had tried very hard not to do all day. She never responded to men in that totally wild and wanton way. At least…she never had until Gabriel. Both five years ago and then again today…

      Which was why Bella was making this the last condition to their marriage. She could imagine nothing worse than becoming a slave to the desire that Gabriel seemed to ignite in her so easily.

      Even now, feeling angry and trapped, Bella was still totally aware of Gabriel in the black shirt and faded jeans. Clearly remembered pushing that shirt from his shoulders earlier so that she might touch the warm, muscled flesh beneath it. Unfortunately, she remembered even more distinctly the way that Gabriel had touched her…

      She would not, could not allow her emotions, her life, to be ruled by the desire Gabriel made her feel!

      She straightened her shoulders. ‘Without your agreement to that last condition I couldn’t even contemplate the idea of the two of us marrying each other.’

      Gabriel looked at her from under hooded lids, knowing by the steadiness of Bella’s gaze, the sheer determination in her expression, that she thought she meant every word she was saying, at least. Considering their response to each other in his study earlier today, Gabriel found that very hard to believe. Or accept.

      Bella had come alive in his arms. Wildly. Fiercely. Demandingly. How could she possibly imagine they could live together, day after day—night after night!—and not take that lovemaking to its inevitable conclusion?

      His mouth tightened. ‘You wish for Toby to be an only child?’

      She shrugged. ‘He was going to be that, anyway.’

      Gabriel studied her closely. ‘You are a beautiful woman, Isabella; if we had not met again you would no doubt have married one day and had other children.’

      ‘No,’ she answered flatly. ‘I decided long ago that I would never subject Toby to a stepfather who may or may not have accepted him as his own,’ she explained simply as Gabriel frowned at her.

      The mere thought of Toby or Bella ever belonging to another man filled Gabriel with uncontrollable fury. Toby was his. Bella was his!

      His hands clenched at his sides. ‘I agree to your last condition, Bella—’

      ‘I thought that you would,’ she dryly echoed his earlier comment.

      ‘Like you, Bella, I have not finished,’ Gabriel replied. ‘I agree to your last condition on the basis that it can be nullified, by you, at any time.’

      Bella eyed him warily. ‘What exactly does that mean?’

      His smile was mocking. ‘It means that I reserve the right to—persuade you, shall we say, into changing your mind.’

      Bella had no doubt that what Gabriel meant by that remark was that he reserved the right to try and seduce her into changing her mind any time he felt like it!

      Would she be able to resist him? Living with Gabriel twenty-four hours a day, every day, would she be able to withstand a Gabriel bent on seduction?

      Did she have any real choice other than to try?

      ‘You took me by surprise earlier, Gabriel,’ she stated bravely. ‘In future I will be on my guard against—well, against any attempt on your part to renew such attentions!’

      She sounded so serious, so firm in her resolve, Gabriel acknowledged with a grudging admiration. ‘I will allow no other men in your life, Isabella,’ he warned her seriously.

      ‘And will that rule apply to you, too?’ she snapped.

      Gabriel eyed her mockingly. ‘My own tastes do not run in that particular direction—’

      ‘You know very well what I meant!’ She glared her exasperation.

      He shrugged. ‘There will be no other women in my bed but you, Isabella,’ he taunted.

      ‘I’m not going to be in your bed, either, Gabriel!’

      Bella did not believe she was going to be in his bed, which, as far as Gabriel was concerned, was a totally different matter. ‘You have named your own conditions for our marriage, Isabella,’ he rasped. ‘Now I wish to tell you mine.’

      Her eyes widened. ‘You have conditions, too?’

      ‘But of course.’His mouth quirked. ‘You did not think that I would allow you to have everything your own way?’

      ‘Forcing me into marrying you is hardly that!’ she scorned.

      Gabriel gave another shrug. ‘You have a choice, Isabella.’

      ‘Not a viable one!’

      ‘No,’ he acknowledged simply. ‘But it is, nevertheless, still a choice.’

      Bella sighed her frustration, just wanting this conversation over and done with now. She was tired, both emotionally and physically, and she needed time and space alone now in which to sit and lick her wounds. While she came to terms with the idea of marrying Gabriel Danti!

      How different it would have been

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