His Pregnant Mistress. Carol Marinelli

okay?’ The doctor was back, staring nervously at the two of them, and Mia wrestled to stay calm, certain that if they took her blood pressure now there was no way on earth they’d let her out.

      ‘Everything’s fine,’ Ethan said coolly, picking up her frozen hand and wrapping it possessively in his. ‘In fact, I’m just about to take Ms Stewart home.’

      The cool night air on her flaming cheeks was bliss, a gentle breeze around her bare legs as she clipped along beside him, feeling the sizzling hatred emanating from her. Even though she was confused, and though the day had spun irretrievably out of control, there was some solace to be had from being with Ethan now.

      That finally after all these years she had faced him.

      Stood up to him even.

      And maybe, maybe an end to her agony was in sight, when whatever had to be said was finally over, when questions that had hung in the air had actually been answered, she could finally walk away.

      Emotionally bruised perhaps.

      Still loving him, probably.

      But seven years of being left in the dark, of never fully understanding why, with no explanation, he had walked away from all they’d had, had drained every last vestige of inner reserve. Surely the truth, however unpalatable, however much it cheapened their time together, was better than the darkness through which she had stumbled these past years.

      She would let him drive her home, Mia had already decided on that. The two-hour drive was surely enough time to glean the answers she craved, and then she’d call him a taxi.

      Ethan Carvelle could afford it!

      ‘Where’s my car?’ Staring at the luxury sports model bleeping as the doors unlocked, Mia shook her head. ‘You said you’d collect my car.’

      ‘Which I did.’ Ethan shrugged.

      ‘So where is it?’

      ‘Scaring the neighbours in my driveway,’ he responded easily. ‘You didn’t think I was going to let you drive home, after what the doctor said?’

      ‘Of course not. I thought that you were taking me home.’

      ‘Which I am,’ Ethan clipped.

      ‘I mean my home…’ her voice trailed off as Ethan let out a mirthless laugh.

      ‘What? You really thought I was going to take you to your little love shack in the hills? Sorry, darling, I’m simply not up to a two-hour drive. I, for one, need a stiff drink and a marble bathroom with hot running water, none of which, I’m quite sure, you can provide.’ He held up a hand to halt her tirade. ‘Elderberry wine and tepid, solar-heated water really aren’t my thing…’ Staring hard at her, his eyes narrowed, his lips set in such grim determination Mia knew that any argument would be wasted, that Ethan had long ago made up his mind about her and the life she led. ‘Let’s get one thing straight, Mia. You can risk your own health, hell, once this baby’s born you can jump out of a plane without a parachute for all I care, but if you think for one moment that I’m going to let you head off to the mountains to lead your so-called bohemian lifestyle while you wait for the inheritance to flood in, then you’ve got another think coming. This child deserves a damn sight more than you can give and I’m going to make damn sure it gets it. Now get in the car!’

      Despite the burning anger at his presumption, despite her fury at his appalling arrogance, as she clipped on her seat belt, and though she’d never in a million years admit it, somewhere deep down inside Mia was relieved. A two-hour drive, even if it was in a luxury sports car, wasn’t exactly at the top of her list. The day seemed to have caught up with her all of a sudden. Exhaustion saturated every pore, overriding even the need for answers from Ethan, quelling slightly the utter force of his presence as they drove along the foreshore. But when they pulled up outside his “property”, as her feet crunched on the smooth white stones beneath her feet the wealth and power that were Ethan Carvelle were rammed home yet again.

      Why had she been naive enough to think they would be heading for some small luxury apartment in a nameless high-rise building? The residence they were entering now mocked that image a thousand times over. A massive white single-level home, chiselled so closely into the cliff edge she felt as if she could almost reach out and touch the pounding ocean that thundered below.

      ‘I’ll show you around…’ Ethan started, but Mia shook her head.