Introduction
“Why?” Imogen kept walking. In fact, she sped up, so she was almost running. He increased his own pace, then caught her arm.
“Is it some great secret?” Luca demanded. “You don’t want me to meet your child?”
She stared at him with such wide eyes and such fear that his instinct kicked into overdrive again. There was something going on here. Something he had to understand.
With a last glance at her pinched pale face, he moved around the stroller so he could see the child for himself.
He almost passed out. Sitting there, beaming out at the world with dark, dark eyes and soft brown ringlets, was a toddler who was the spitting image of his little baby sister, Angelica, a child he hadn’t seen in twenty-one long years.
And he knew.
He knew in that way one simply knows the incontrovertible facts of life that the little girl sitting in the stroller smiling up at him was his daughter.
He had a child.
He was a father.