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shrugged. ‘Only time will tell. You and Laura must be financially secure by now?’

      ‘We’ve always been financially secure,’ Leonie snapped resentfully. ‘All we’ve ever needed was a roof over our heads and enough money to feed ourselves—–’

      ‘And the cats,’ Hawk drawled dryly as sharp claws dug into Leonie’s leg as Pop stretched on her lap.

      ‘And the cats,’ she conceded, unhooking the claws from her flesh. ‘Is that why you’re here?’ Green eyes flashed as she looked up at him. ‘To see if all that money has made Laura change her mind about loving Hal?’

      ‘Has it?’

      She drew in a ragged breath. ‘It’s a pity men like you can’t see past the end of their chequebooks, otherwise you would have seen last year that Laura doesn’t have the least interest in money, our own or anyone else’s. In fact, she would probably have been happier if you’d just disinherited Hal so that they could have married straight away. But she knew Hal wouldn’t have been happy then, not without you or the money; you’ve both been in his life for so long he couldn’t do without either one of you!’

      ‘Men like me?’ Hawk echoed softly.

      Leonie made a weary gesture as her head dropped back against the lounger. ‘I really don’t feel in the mood to argue with you just now, Hawk.’ Her voice was faint with fatigue.

      He came down on his haunches beside her. ‘What the hell is wrong with you, that you tire this easily?’ He frowned darkly. ‘Are you sure your doctor knows what he’s doing?’ he scowled.

      She gave a slight smile. ‘Very sure; I’m already so much stronger than I was. And I think you should know that Laura still loves Hal, and would if he had nothing at all!’

      ‘Good.’

      ‘Good?’ Her eyes widened. ‘You weren’t of that opinion the last time you were here.’

      He shrugged, so close Leonie could see the dark shadow of the beard on his jaw where he was already in need of his second shave of the day. ‘Things change,’ he grated.

      Leonie gave him a frown of suspicion. ‘What things?’

      He gave an impatient sigh and straightened, thrusting his hands into his denims pockets, pulling the material tighter than ever across his thighs. ‘Are you pleased about the television series?’

      Why did he keep changing the subject? Why couldn’t he just say what he wanted here—and it certainly wasn’t to discuss the television series!—and then go! ‘Yes, I—–’ A sudden thought made her frown. ‘Do you have any shares in Westley Productions?’ she asked in a hushed voice, the sudden suspicion that had taken hold of her making her feel nauseous.

      His gaze didn’t falter. ‘I own Westley Productions.’

      ‘For how long?’

      ‘Since it was created.’

      Leonie swallowed hard. ‘My God, you couldn’t resist trying to buy us off, could you?’ she suddenly attacked. ‘And what is it now that you know that’s failed—a touch of blackmail? The series is dropped if Laura doesn’t agree to stop seeing Hal?’

      ‘Leonie—–’

      ‘I can tell you now that the answer will still be no,’ she sat forward tensely. ‘Laura wasn’t even interested in the series, I was the one who persuaded her to take a look at it. I thought it would take her mind off her unhappiness because of Hal. You can keep your television series, Mr Sinclair, and shove it—–’

      ‘Leonie!’ he rasped harshly. ‘That isn’t why I’m here at all. Why do you persist in casting me as the Black Knight?’

      She gave a choked laugh. ‘I have no reason to see you in any other way. In fact a knight of any kind might be too much of a compliment—even the bad ones were possessed of a certain strength, a code that they followed. You’re just out to destroy lives!’

      He had gone very pale, a nerve pulsing in his cheek. ‘Leonie, I know you and I got off to a bad start, but I’m here to try and make amends—–’

      ‘Not to me, I hope,’ she scorned. ‘Laura might accept your apology—after all, you’re going to be her father-in-law soon. But I want as little to do with you as Laura’s and Hal’s marriage will allow the only other two members of their family. Which won’t be a great deal, I hope!’

      Hawk’s mouth tightened. ‘I want—–’ He broke off as he saw her stricken gaze move towards the house, turning to follow the direction of that gaze, his eyes widening incredulously as he saw the tiny bundle in the housekeeper’s arms.

      Holly lay contentedly in June’s arms, showing she wasn’t yet desperate for her next feed, but at almost four weeks old she was starting to need less and less sleep between feeds, considering the rest of the time playtime. Leonie wished this hadn’t been one of those times!

      She looked up reluctantly at Hawk Sinclair and could see by the ruddy hue of his cheeks that the baby’s existence angered him. She bristled defensively and sat up to take the baby, smiling her thanks at June.

      ‘I’ll bring the bottle out in a few minutes,’ the other woman told her, smiling brightly at the stunned Hawk before going back into the house.

      Leonie kept her head down as she looked at the baby, the silence above her testament to the fact that Hawk had been rendered speechless for the second time since she had met him. It was when he regained his voice that she dreaded!

      Holly gazed up at her with trusting blue-grey eyes, content just to be held, having put on weight since her birth, but still very tiny in the white Baby-Gro. Her hair gleamed golden in the sunlight, and Leonie shifted slightly so that the baby was under the shade of the bright-coloured umbrella above them. Holly began to blow bubbles to amuse herself.

      ‘No wonder Laura accepted my suggestion last year that they wait!’ Hawk suddenly exploded, his wrath as chilling as a north wind. ‘She’d already taken out insurance that guaranteed Hal would marry her!’

      Leonie’s head snapped back. ‘That’s a lie!’

      ‘She knew I wouldn’t turn away Henry Hawker Sinclair the Fourth either!’ His eyes glittered with fury as he glowered over her.

      The baby began to wave her arms about at the sound of the angry voices above her; until now she had never heard a voice raised in anger near her.

      ‘Her name is Holly,’ Leonie bit out precisely.

      ‘Holly Laura.’

      ‘What the hell does it matter what her first names are?’ he attacked viciously. ‘She’s a Sinclair!’

      ‘Holly is my baby—–’

      ‘Don’t take protecting your sister too far,’ he scorned harshly. ‘That baby has to be at least three weeks old—–’

      ‘Almost four,’ she confirmed.

      He nodded impatiently. ‘Which means Laura must have conceived her almost the first night she and Hal met,’ he accused. ‘She was taking no chances on him changing his mind, was she?’ he added with contempt.

      Whatever ‘amends’ he had come here to make it was obvious that knowing about Holly negated all of them; he was now more angry than ever about Laura and Hal. And Leonie just didn’t have the strength to fight for them right now.

      ‘Does Hal know about his child? Hell, of course he must do,’ he furiously answered his own question. ‘Damn it, I know he’s still mad as hell at me, but he should have told me about the child!’ He glared at Leonie. ‘Your sister certainly had me fooled with her sweetness and understanding routine!’

      ‘Hawk—–’

      ‘They have to get married now, and soon,’ he accepted harshly. ‘But believe

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