a wonder I’m not bald as well the way he tugs my hair.’
Felipe’s black brows rose in surprise. ‘You speak Spanish?’
‘Yes. I’m not very fluent, but I can get by.’ She gave him a sad little smile that made his heart ache all over again. ‘Antonio offered to give me Spanish lessons in exchange for a favour I did him. That’s how we became friends.’
She looked at the baby and sighed. ‘I’ve tried to keep it up so that I can teach Josh when he’s old enough. It seemed important that he should be able to speak his father’s language.’
Felipe was deeply moved, so much so that he didn’t dare show how much it had affected him. He passed the baby back to her, trying to put what he had learned into context. It was probably just some wonderful story that she had dreamed up to impress him…
Only he didn’t believe that.
He went back down the steps while she had a final word with the childminder. It was obvious that the woman was asking who he was, but he didn’t feel inclined to join in the conversation. He needed to clear his mind so that he could focus on what he intended to do.
Josh was Antonio’s son. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind about that. Obviously, he would need to take that into account before he made any decisions.
He took a deep breath but the tension that had been building inside him all day was suddenly worse than ever. Rebecca was the child’s mother. He would need to take account of that as well.
Doreen had been intrigued to learn that Felipe was Josh’s uncle. Becky kept trying to edge away but the woman kept asking her more questions. Becky glanced over her shoulder and sighed when she saw Felipe standing by the kerb.
It was obvious that he was impatient to leave, even though he was making an effort not to show it. However, the number of times Felipe had needed to wait for anyone had to be few and far between. He was the kind of man who was accustomed to people jumping to obey his every command.
The thought was a little disquieting, but Becky refused to let him see how on edge she felt as she finally took her leave of the childminder. Josh was gurgling away, trying to tell her what he had done during the day. They usually played a game on the way home: she asked him questions about his day and pretended she understood what he was saying to her. However, that day she felt far too self-conscious with Felipe being there. It would hardly improve his opinion of her to know that she held in-depth conversations with a nine-month-old baby!
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