His Pregnant Royal Bride. Amy Ruttan

you have enough room?” Shay asked.

      He chuckled. “I have an entire villa to myself on the Lido di Venezia. I can give you your own wing if you desire. Just say yes. Let me protect you and our child.”

      Even though she should say no, she didn’t want paparazzi stopping her and accosting her when she moved around Venice. Especially where there was a language barrier. Dante could keep them at bay. She ran her hand over her belly again.

      This was his baby too. Even if he didn’t believe it at the moment.

      What choice did she have? It was just for a year. Only she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t agree to the marriage.

      “You’re coming with me,” Dante said. “We’ll get the paternity test done now, put this doubt to rest.”

      “I don’t have a say in this?”

      “No, you don’t.”

      And she had a feeling this was one of many arguments she was going to have with him over the course of the next twelve weeks. He’d won this round, but she’d win the next.