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      Luc had relaxed a little over a bowl of soup, and now she was on her way to one of the last briefings with her team before the big event with a pregnancy test stuffed in her pocket.

      As they’d parted, he’d said, ‘Thank you for bringing me up to speed regarding the party, and now I must speak with my people.’

      There’d been no mention of seeing each other again, but she’d taken that for granted, she supposed. Luc would obviously want to know the result of the test.

      ‘Your global empire calling?’ she’d teased.

      ‘Well, I’m more concerned about the party right now,’ he’d admitted, ‘as it’s only a couple of days away, but, yes, the global empire is always waiting in the wings. I never know from one day to the next when I’ll be called away at a moment’s notice.’

      A cold wind had brushed her cheek when he’d said that but, keeping her promise to herself that she wouldn’t become a clinging vine, she’d simply nodded her head in agreement.

      They’d done a lot of reminiscing over lunch, leaving out details like how it felt to make love after wanting and caring and needing for so long. Or how safe she’d felt when Luc had steered her down the mountain. They hadn’t mentioned taste, touch, or sensation, but it had been there all the time in their eyes—the glance that had lasted a beat too long, the small shrug of resignation that things couldn’t be different between them, because of who they were, and the very different paths they trod. Luc’s first memory of Stacey at the farm had been waking up in the morning to discover she’d squirted shaving cream into his hand while he was asleep, so the minute he raked his hair, he was covered in the stuff. ‘I remember your roar of fury,’ she’d told him with relish.

      He’d looked like a great angry bear when he’d stomped out of his room in search of the bathroom with foam all over his face. She’d suspected at the time that no one treated Lucas Da Silva with such scant regard for his position in life, for, though his parents had been impoverished, they’d been aristocrats with a lineage stretching back through the mists of time. ‘And the chilli in my ice cream,’ he’d reminded her.

      ‘It was strawberry, so I thought you wouldn’t notice. Clever, huh?’ she’d said with a mischievous look over the rim of her coffee cup.

      ‘Deadly,’ he’d agreed, and then they’d laughed together before falling silent again.

      Would she never lose this yearning for Lucas? The more she saw of him, the more she liked him. She couldn’t help herself.

       And what was wrong with that?

      Everything, Stacey concluded as she entered the hotel where the team was waiting. She was setting herself up to be hurt.

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

      WHAT WAS SHE doing now? What was the result of the test? What was the doctor’s view?

      These were his thoughts as his jet soared into the sky, leaving the mountains and Stacey behind. An emergency call to return to London had necessitated an immediate change of plan. He’d ring her when he landed. No panic. She’d be busy with last-minute arrangements and he’d see her at the party. If anyone could cope, it was Stacey. He’d tried to call her several times, but her phone was always engaged. She occupied his thoughts in ways that left no room for anything else—not for business, for the all-important annual party to thank his best customers and staff, nor even his siblings and the fellow members of the Da Silva polo team.

      What could be more important to him than the fact that he and Stacey might be expecting a child?

      On that thought, he called her again.

      Her phone rang out.

      She would be busy, he reassured himself. He’d called in at the hotel where mammoth structures for his party were already being created, but no one had been able to find her. He’d guessed she was at the drop-in clinic. Her plans to delight and amaze his guests had exceeded even his jaundiced expectations, but now, instead of seeing towering structures mimicking an ice kingdom, or animatronic dragons breathing fire on demand over a banqueting hall of unsurpassed splendour, his mind was full of Stacey, and how beautiful she’d looked when they’d skied down the mountain. Cheeks flushed, eyes bright with excitement, snowflakes frosting soft auburn tendrils framing her face, she’d appeared lovelier to him than he’d ever seen her.

      If he had a different life and could shake the guilt that haunted him, and Stacey weren’t welded to her career, they might be planning a very different future. As it was, they must both be tense as they waited for the result of the pregnancy test, and he only wished he could be there to reassure her. But that was his life. That was his solitary life, and she was better out of it.

      He called her again.

      No reply.

      So it was true. She wasn’t going crazy, Stacey reflected as she left the walk-in clinic with a sheaf of leaflets advising on pregnancy and what to expect. Just as she’d suspected, the feeling inside her was a miraculous spark of new life. She was jubilant and terrified, as well as full of determination and purpose, all at once. Jubilant because it was a miracle she embraced with all her heart, and terrified because she didn’t exactly have a pattern to follow, or a guidebook to help her, let alone a mother to advise and promise that it didn’t have to be like the childhood Stacey remembered, full of mental anguish and regret. It could be a happy time. It would be a happy time, she determined as she pulled out her phone to call Lucas. Their child would be happy. She’d give her life to that cause.

       No way!

      Her phone was flat!

      She’d been rather too busy over the past twenty-four hours to think about charging her phone. Exhaling noisily with frustration, she determined to call him as soon as

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