had just finished shaving when his cell phone rang. He checked the caller ID and clicked on. “Mother?”
“I’m on my way to your apartment. You can’t leave for San Ravino until we’ve talked.” The line went dead.
He rushed to get dressed. By the time he’d shrugged into his suit jacket, she was at the door. The dogs preceded her into his living room. After shutting the door he leaned against it, waiting…
“Oh, Alex—he’s so much like you when you were that age, I can hardly believe it!” There were tears in her voice as well as her eyes.
Gratified by her response, he drew in a deep breath and walked toward her. “I see you and father in him, too. And Chaz…”
She nodded. “Yes. He has a way of expressing himself like your cousin. He and the boys could be brothers.”
“So now you know why I had to bring him with me.”
“I understand it,” she whispered, “but your uncle won’t.”
He tautened. “We can thank God Uncle Vittorio and Aunt Renate are away on a trip. I agree he would go into a black rage knowing what happened on that vacation in Colorado years ago.
“Perhaps now you understand why it was imperative I announced paternity before their return from the cruise.”
His mother stared at him while streams of unspoken thoughts passed between them. “Yes,” she eventually agreed in an unsteady voice. Her wet eyes gazed at him for a long time. “But you might have done it to the peril of the monarchy.”
Lines darkened his face. “I love Phillip.”
She let out a weary sigh. “How could you not? But you can’t expect Isabella to take him to her heart.”
He grasped her hands. “She’s making a gallant effort.”
His mother shuddered. “I can’t imagine how she’s going to get past this, Alex. It’s not just the reality of Phillip. You brought his mother with you. How painful for Isabella to have to live with the fact that you were intimate with the woman staying under our roof.”
He let go of her hands to rub his chin where he’d nicked himself with the razor. “It’s asking a lot of Isabella, but so far she’s handling it. I’ll find out how well when I see her tonight.” After checking his watch he said, “I have to go.”
“Wait—”
His gaze swung back to hers. “What is it?”
“Since Ms. Collier is Phillip’s mother and has worked her way into the castle, how do you know she won’t make trouble for you and Isabella?”
Alex had been waiting for that salvo. “If that had been her intention, she would have surfaced years ago instead of this week. Even then she couldn’t go through with telling me I had a son. I had to fly to Colorado in order to pry it out of her.
“At that point she still begged me not to act on the knowledge. When I brought her and Phillip back with me, she asked me again to turn the plane around because she knew what would happen if I didn’t.
“Darrell is still suffering over it. If you knew her as I already do, she’s frightened of hurting Isabella, so you don’t have to worry about her causing problems.”
“Listen to you defend her!” Her voice shook. “She’s gotten to you the way she did once before. You were obviously so taken with her, you gave her the ring your cousin had made specially for you. Now that she’s found you, she has decided to enamor you all over again.”
Darrell didn’t have to try. Whatever had driven them into each other’s arms today, it hadn’t been planned, not on either of their parts. His heart almost failed him remembering the lushness of her avid mouth opening to the pressure of his.
“By claiming Phillip so readily, you’ve allowed her to believe anything’s possible!” his mother exclaimed. “The more I hear about this woman, the more I don’t trust her.”
He moved to the door, then looked back at her. “If I didn’t know something you still don’t know, I wouldn’t trust her, either.”
“What more could there be?”
It was time for the whole truth.
“Phillip’s birth mother was named Melissa Collier.”
That caught his mother’s attention in a hurry.
“She died of an aneurism after giving birth to Phillip. Her sister, Darrell, adopted him. The only reason Darrell came looking for me was to help her unhappy son and honor her sister’s dying wish that he get to know his father.
“In point of fact, Darrell had no prior knowledge of my existence until two weeks ago when she had the ring traced and saw a picture of me on the Internet. She noticed the strong resemblance to Phillip and jumped to the only conclusion she could.
“Therefore you’re going to have to reassess your thinking about her. She has no designs on the man who impregnated her sister.” In fact she had every reason to despise him, which made what happened up in the mountains even more remarkable.
If ever anyone looked shell-shocked, it was his mother. “This is unbelievable.”
“But true. And you have to admit Darrell’s done an amazing job of raising her sister’s son.”
His mother made a cry like she’d been mortally wounded. “I’ll grant you he’s a fine boy, but what you’ve just told me alarms me even more.”
“Why?”
“Because I can tell this woman means something to you. I can feel it!”
She wasn’t his mother for nothing.
“I admit I admire her.” He wished that was all he felt for her. “Darrell was only in her teens when Melissa died. Since then she has sacrificed her life for Phillip. She could have put him up for adoption instead of adopting him herself. She’s made the perfect home for him. He’s bright, talented.”
A frantic look crossed over his mother’s face. “Does Isabella know he was adopted? Does she realize Ms. Collier isn’t his real mother?”
His lips thinned. “Not yet. If she agrees to marry me, I’ll tell her the truth on our honeymoon. Hopefully the news that Darrell and I were never involved will relieve her fears.
“But for now, no one but you and Phillip know the truth. I don’t want Phillip hurt by this.
“Make no mistake—” His body went rigid. “Darrell’s his real mother. It was her eyes he first saw when he came into the world.”
The most fabulous eyes Alex had ever seen. Like the rare violet hue of the morning sky silhouetting the peaks of the Alps.
“You know what I meant—”
He opened the door. “I don’t have time for this now, Mother. Isabella and her parents are waiting for me.”
