Her practical gray suit clung to every delicious curve and almost exactly matched the shade of her eyes. Her honey-colored hair was twisted back into a professional bun at her nape. He wanted to pull out the hair pins and let the blond waves tumble over her shoulders.
The longer he sat watching Claire, the more curious he became about her. How had a woman so young become a widow? Was she always this uptight, or was it just because she didn’t like him? He wanted to run his thumb between her eyebrows to smooth the crease her serious frown had worn there.
It made him wonder if their daughter looked more like him or her. Did she have Claire’s porcelain skin and pert nose? Did her ears turn red when she got angry the way her mother’s did? The furious shift in Claire had immediately caught his attention. There was more fire in her than the bland gray suit would indicate.
“Can they do that?” Claire asked, turning to her lawyer. She looked completely panicked by the thought of Luca having access to their child.
Their child.
It seemed so wrong for him to have a child with a woman he’d never met. Luca hadn’t even given any serious thought to having a family. He’d only stored his sperm to make the doctors and his mother feel better. He hadn’t actually expected to use it.
But now that he had a living, breathing child, he wasn’t about to sit back and pretend it didn’t happen. Eva was probably the only child he would ever have, and he’d already missed months of her life. That would not continue.
“We can and we will.” Luca spoke up at last. “This whole thing is a mess that neither of us anticipated, but it doesn’t change the facts. Eva is my daughter, and I’ve got the paternity test results to prove it. There’s not a judge in the county of New York who won’t grant me emergency visitation while we await our court date. They will say when and where and how often you have to give her to me.”
Claire sat, her mouth agape at his words. “She’s just a baby. She’s only six months old. Why fight me for her just so you can hand her over to a nanny?”
Luca laughed at her presumptuous tone. “What makes you so certain I’ll have a nanny for her?”
“Because...” she began. “You’re a rich, powerful, unmarried businessman. You’re better suited to run a corporation than to change a diaper. I’m willing to bet you don’t have the first clue of how to care for an infant, much less the time.”
Luca just shook his head and sat forward in his seat. “You know very little about me, tesorina, you’ve said so yourself, so don’t presume anything about me. Besides, even if I have a nanny, it doesn’t matter because Eva is my daughter, too. I’m going to fight for the right to see her even if all I do is pass her off to someone else. Like it or not, you don’t get any say into what I do when I have her.”
Claire narrowed her gaze at him. She definitely didn’t like him pushing her. And he was pushing her. Partially because he liked to see the fire in her eyes and the flush of her skin, and partially because it was necessary to get through to her.
Neither of them had asked for this to happen to them, but she needed to learn she wasn’t in charge. They had to cooperate if this awkward situation was going to improve. He’d started off nice, politely requesting to see Eva, and he’d been flatly ignored. As each request was met with silence, he’d escalated the pressure. That’s how they’d ended up here today. If she pushed him any more, he would start playing hardball. He didn’t want to, but he would crush her like his restaurants’ competitors.
“We can work together and play nice, or Edmund here can make things very difficult for you. As he said, it’s your choice.”
“My choice? Hardly.” She sniffed and crossed her arms over her chest.
The movement pressed her abundant bosom up against the neckline of her jacket, giving him a glimpse of rosy cleavage. Her blush traveled lower than he expected. It made him want to know exactly how much lower.
“Mr. Moretti?”
Luca jerked his gaze from Claire’s chest and met her heated stare. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, you have my hands tied. You aren’t even listening to me. How can we negotiate when you aren’t listening?”
Luca swallowed his embarrassment, covering it with the confident, unaffected mask he usually wore. It had been a long time since he’d lost his focus during business discussions, much less because of a beautiful woman. Apparently, he had been working too much and needed some companionship so he didn’t lose his edge. “And how are we to negotiate when you refuse to move from your position? You won’t listen to anything that isn’t just the way you want it.”
“That is not—”
“Claire,” her lawyer interrupted in a harsh whisper. “We need to consider what they’re offering.”
“I don’t want to consider it. This whole thing is ridiculous. We’re done here,” she said, pushing up from her seat to stand.
“That’s fine,” Luca said, sitting back in his chair. Time to turn the screws. “I think you’ll look lovely in orange.”
“Orange?” Claire asked, some of her previous fire starting to cool.
“Yes. Prison jumper orange to be exact. If the judge orders visitation and you don’t comply, you could end up in jail. That’s fine with me, really. That means I’ll get full custody of Eva.”
“Sit down, Claire,” Stuart said.
Her brave facade crumbled as she slipped back down into her chair. Finally, he’d gotten through to her. The last thing he wanted to do was to send a young mother to jail, but he would. He was not the kind of man who bluffed, so it was a wise time for her to listen.
Claire sighed and leaned forward, folding her delicate, manicured fingers together on the glass table. “I just don’t think you understand what you’re asking of me. Do you have nieces or nephews, Mr. Moretti?”
Did he? He was from a big Italian family. With five brothers and sisters he had more nieces and nephews than he could count on two hands. The newest, little Nico, was only a few weeks old. “I do.”
“And how would you feel if one of your sisters was in my position? If her husband died and she was blindsided by the news that he wasn’t the father of her child? Then to be forced to hand over your niece to a stranger because of circumstances outside her control?”
That made Luca frown. He ran the family enterprise with his brothers by his side. His whole life revolved around Moretti Enterprises. Family—blood—was everything to him. That’s why Eva was so important. Regardless of circumstances, she was family. The idea of letting Nico go off with someone they didn’t know was unnerving, even if that man had the right. Perhaps he needed to change his tactics with Claire. Bullying would not change her mind any more than it would change his sister’s mind.
“I understand how hard this must be for you. Despite what you might think, Mrs. Douglas, I’m not keen to snatch your baby from your arms. But I do want to get to know my daughter and be a part of her life. I’m not backing down on that. I think you will be more comfortable with the entire situation if you get to know me better. A lot of your concerns about me and how well I’ll care for Eva will be gone if we spend some time together. By that I mean time with all of us together, so you can be there for every moment and be more at ease with my ability to be a good father.”
Claire’s frown started to fade the more he spoke. “Do you mean like playdates? I appreciate what you’re trying to do, but it’s going to take a long time for me to be comfortable if we’re just spending an hour or two together every Saturday afternoon. How much can I learn about you during the occasional walk through the park?”
Luca shook his head. “Actually, no, that’s not what I mean. You’re right. It’s going