The Count's Christmas Baby. Rebecca Winters

weight against the door so she couldn’t shut it on him. “Whose baby is it?”

      “Mine.”

      “And Alberto’s?” With his mind firing, all Ric could think was that his father had made love to this woman and she’d come to present him with the fruit of that union, but it was too late.

      “No—” she cried.

      “Then prove it to me.”