His Pregnant Royal Bride. Amy Ruttan

THREE

      “YOU DID WHAT?”

      Dante glanced into his office, where Shay was curled up on his sofa, sleeping. She was resting after the paternity test. Now they were waiting for the results and Dr. Tucci promised to rush them. Before they left, Dante was going to make sure that they were at least on their way to being man and wife, even if Shay kept saying no. He was still having a hard time trusting her, but deep down he felt as if this child was his. So he was going to make sure she married him. Then he could protect the trust his mother left and have something for his child. His child wouldn’t have to worry about the future the way his father made Enzo and him so worried. Dante wouldn’t sell off his child’s inheritance just because he or she wasn’t married by the time they were thirty-five. He wouldn’t have such a foolish restriction.

      Once he brought Shay back to his villa, the press couldn’t hound her. If she stayed by his side, she’d be safe as well.

      There were still a few steps he had to take. Like convincing her to say yes and stay in Italy. If the child was his, he’d do the right thing to protect his child.

      And if it’s not?

      He glanced at Shay sleeping so peacefully and he didn’t even want to think of her betraying him the way Olivia had. His memory of Shay had been so pure and untainted.

      The memory of their night together was the only thing besides the vineyard and surgery that made him happy. If she betrayed his trust like Olivia, that memory would be shattered. He’d have nothing pure to cling to when the loneliness gnawed at him.

      “Dante, are you even listening to me?” Enzo asked on the other end of the phone.

      “Scusate, it’s been a trying day.” He rubbed his temple where a tension headache was forming.

      “I would say so,” Enzo commiserated on the other end.

      “I’m getting married. I just have to obtain a Nulla Osta as quickly as possible.”

      “She’s not Italian?” Enzo asked.

      “She’s American.”

      “Why do you want to marry an American?”

      “She’s carrying my child.”

      “Are you sure?”

      “Sì, I believe it is mine.”

      “You don’t sound sure.”

      “The paternity test results will be ready soon.” Dante sighed.

      There was silence on the other end. “Dante, I know I have been bugging you to get married, but...did she even agree?”

      “Not yet.”

      “Not yet?” Enzo asked.

      “You don’t have to say anything else,” Dante said, cutting his brother off. He knew exactly where Enzo was going with this and he didn’t want to be reminded about Olivia and the baby that wasn’t his right now.

      Shay was not Olivia.

      “I don’t want you to get hurt again,” Enzo said gently. “It killed me to see you so hurt last time.”

      “I appreciate that, Enzo. However, if this is my baby, I will marry her.”

      “What if she’s after your money? Your title? Even if the baby is yours, she could be just after the same things that Olivia was.”

      “She’s not,” Dante said. “She’s already refused to marry me, remember? Several times. It’s almost getting embarrassing now.”

      Enzo laughed. “Still...”

      “No, there is no still. Shay’s not after my money or anything. There will be ground rules to this marriage. It’s just a marriage of convenience. Nothing more. She can continue to do her work, our baby will be protected and I will keep my inheritance. The trust Mother signed over to Father before she knew any better.”

      “What do you need from me?” Enzo asked.

      “She’s staying at our place.”

      “What do you mean?”

      “Our childhood home, the one that was sold off before mother died and is now being rented to the United World Wide Health Association. She’s staying there.”

      “Ah, so you want me to go collect her stuff?”

      “Or at least tell someone there to collect it for her and then bring it to my place. That’s where she’ll be staying from now on. She was mobbed on her way out of the hospital this evening. The whole world will soon know about the Affini heir.”

      “I can’t believe you did it, Dante. I can’t believe you’re going to get married and have an heir all within a year and so close to the cutoff date. You did it. You saved Grandfather’s vineyard and Mamma’s villa.”

      A smile crept across Dante’s face as the reality sank in.

      He had. He’d managed to keep a hold of all that was promised to him. All that money and land wouldn’t pass back into their father’s greedy hands. The land he loved so much, the vineyard, all of it would be saved. The relief that washed over him in that moment was almost palpable.

      “Could you go and talk to her roommate as soon as possible?” Dante asked. “She’s tired and I’m taking her back to my villa. She needs her rest.”

      “Sì, I’ll go there as soon as I finish up at the clinic.”

      “Grazie.” Dante hung up the phone and then knelt beside Shay. She looked so peaceful sleeping, her face at ease, those long blond eyelashes brushing the tops of her round cheeks. He resisted the urge to reach out and run his thumb across those smooth, soft cheeks or to kiss her pink lips as he had back in Oahu.

      The memory of which was still imprinted onto his soul. And pregnancy just made her all the more beautiful.

      She glowed.

      Don’t. Don’t get attached. The results aren’t in. Don’t set yourself up for hurt.

      “Shay,” he said gently. “Wake up.”

      She roused. “Is something wrong?”

      “It’s time to leave. The paparazzi are still waiting out back, but I have a water taxi waiting for us to take us to Lido di Venezia. They won’t follow us there.”

      “And the results of the test?”

      “They’ll be ready tomorrow morning. Come, stay at my place tonight, where I can keep you safe.”