Tall, Dark... Collection. Carole Mortimer

Danti,’ she greeted with a coolness she was far from feeling, only her cheeks echoing her inner warmth as the older man took her hand in his before raising it gallantly to his lips.

      ‘You are well named, Miss Scott,’ Cristo Danti murmured appreciatively as he slowly released her hand.

      Bella gave an awkward smile. ‘Thank you.’

      ‘You are enjoying your stay in San Francisco?’

      ‘Very much, thank you.’

      He nodded. ‘I have always liked San Francisco.’

      ‘It’s certainly an interesting city,’ Bella came back non-committally, very aware of Gabriel’s broodingly silent presence beside her.

      No doubt he was enjoying her discomfort in this stilted conversation with his father. Just as he had enjoyed being able to force this introduction on her in the first place by the veiled threat of inviting her family to the Danti vineyards when she so obviously didn’t want his company at all.

      ‘It was a beautiful wedding,’ Cristo Danti continued lightly.

      ‘Bella does not enjoy weddings.’ Gabriel spoke for the first time. Dryly. Dark brows raised mockingly as Bella shot him a frowning glance.

      Bella gave him another quelling glance before answering the older man. ‘Dahlia is a lovely bride.’

      ‘Yes, she is.’ Cristo Danti’s expression was slightly quizzical now as he glanced at his son and then back to Bella. ‘Are you remaining in San Francisco long, Miss Scott?’

      ‘Just another couple of days. And please call me Bella,’ she invited.

      The older man nodded. ‘Perhaps before you leave you might care to—’

      ‘Mummy, Nanny and Grandad said we’re leaving now!’ Toby complained irritably as he suddenly appeared at her side, the excitement of the last week, and his late night yesterday evening, obviously making him tired and slightly querulous.

      Bella froze at the first sound of her son’s voice, like a nocturnal animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

      This couldn’t be happening! Not here. Not now!

      Bella couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak.

      This was worse than anything she could ever have imagined. Worse than any of the nightmares that had plagued her dreams since she had met Gabriel again yesterday evening.

      ‘Mummy?’ Gabriel echoed beside her with soft incredulity.

      Bella forced herself to move as she slowly turned to look at him, the colour draining from her cheeks as she saw the way he was staring down so intently at Toby.

      But it was Cristo Danti, the man standing at Bella’s other side, who broke their frozen tableau as, his breath rasping in his throat, he slowly, but graciously, began to collapse, his eyes remaining wide and disbelieving on Toby as he did so.

      As he stared at the little boy who was unmistakeably his grandson…

      CHAPTER FOUR

      ‘DO NOT speak! Not one word!’ Gabriel warned harshly as he paced the hallway where he and Bella waited to hear news of his father.

      Gabriel had managed to halt his father’s collapse before he hit the floor. Bella had reminded Gabriel that her father was a doctor before rushing off to get him as Gabriel helped Cristo from the room with as little fuss as was possible in the circumstances.

      Even so several concerned wedding guests, including the bride and groom, had followed them to hover outside the doorway of the small unoccupied room Gabriel had found to take his father to further down the hallway.

      Henry Scott, Bella’s father, had dealt firmly with those onlookers when he joined them a couple of minutes later, by ordering those guests back to the wedding reception and Gabriel and Bella out into the hallway while he examined his patient.

      At last giving Gabriel the opportunity to deal with, to think of, the reason for his father’s collapse!

      That small boy—Bella’s son—

      His son, too…?

      Bella flinched as Gabriel stopped his pacing to look down at her with dark, accusing eyes, knowing it would do no good now to deny what had been so patently obvious to Cristo Danti that he had collapsed from the shock of suddenly being confronted by his grandson.

      She drew in a ragged breath. ‘His name is Toby. Tobias,’ she enlarged shakily. ‘He’s four years old.’

      Gabriel’s hands clenched into fists at his side. ‘Four years and four months to be exact!’

      Bella swallowed hard. ‘Yes.’

      Those dark eyes glittered menacingly. ‘Where is he now?’

      Bella straightened defensively. ‘I took him back to sit with my mother and Liam. I—It frightened him when your father collapsed in that way.’

      Gabriel looked at her coldly. ‘Shock is apt to do that to a man who has already suffered three minor heart attacks in the last four years!’

      Bella hadn’t known that about Cristo Danti. Not that it would have made a lot of difference if she had known. Neither Gabriel nor his father were part of her own or Toby’s lives.

      At least, they hadn’t been until now…

      Gabriel, she had no doubt, wanted—no, he would demand—some answers from her concerning that. Just as the look on her own father’s face, as he had looked first at Cristo Danti and then Gabriel, had told Bella he would no doubt like some answers, too, once he had finished examining his patient!

      She gave a shaky sigh. ‘I don’t think this is the time or place to discuss this, Gabriel—’

      ‘The time and place to discuss this would have been almost five years ago when you first discovered you were pregnant!’

      ‘As I recall you were no longer around to talk to almost five years ago!’

      His mouth tightened. ‘It was well publicised that I was in Italy at the time, at the Danti vineyards, recovering from the injuries I sustained in the car crash!’

      Bella’s eyes flashed deeply purple. ‘And you seriously think that I was going to follow you there and tell you the news!’

      ‘You had no right to keep my son’s existence from me!’ A nerve pulsed in Gabriel’s tightly clenched jaw.

      She shook her head. ‘You gave up any right you had to know about Toby by the fact that you never phoned me as you promised and only slept with me that night out of jealousy and spite because of your ex-girlfriend’s relationship with Paulo Descari!’

      Gabriel’s face darkened dangerously. ‘I—’

      ‘Could the two of you please save your—discussion—until later?’ Henry Scott had opened the door of the room where Gabriel could see his father lying back on one of the sofas. ‘I think your father has merely suffered a severe shock rather than another heart attack, Mr Danti, but to be on the safe side I would like to get him to a hospital for a check-up.’

      ‘Daddy…?’ Bella looked across at her father uncertainly.

      He gave her a reassuring smile. ‘It’s okay, Bella,’ he said gently. ‘For the moment let’s just concentrate on getting Mr Danti to hospital, hmm?’

      Bella didn’t need to be told any plainer that her father had guessed Toby’s relationship to the two Danti men.

      What must her father think of her?

      More to the point, what must he think of the fact that Gabriel Danti, of all men, was unmistakeably the father of his grandson?

      ‘I would like to see my son.’

      Bella