A D'Angelo Like No Other. Carole Mortimer

gave a tight smile. ‘I believe, Miss Foster, that it was at the point you told me it’s your belief that my brother Rafe is the father of your niece and nephew.’

      Eva’s eyes narrowed. ‘I think that’s for Rafe and me to discuss further, don’t you?’

      ‘And that’s where the problem lies.’

      ‘I still fail to see why...?’

      Michael drew in a deep controlling breath, hating what he was doing, but knowing he had no real choice. The fact that Eva Foster was so far unaware of Rafe’s recent marriage didn’t mean that she would remain so, and for Rafe and Nina’s sake Michael had no choice but to keep an eye—a very close eye—on the young woman who could put a serious strain on his brother’s recent marriage. And for Michael to be able to do that Eva Foster had to remain in Paris...