for her part. She’d had sex with a stranger and had got pregnant—not something she was proud of—but she hadn’t done so alone.
‘I realise it might be difficult for you to share Lily …’
Her eyes widened and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Holding the buggy handle, she used her free hand to lift the collar of her jacket against the chill breeze that was blowing.
‘And why the name Lily?’ Roman asked, looking at the sleeping child.
‘Why. Don’t you like it?’
The suggestion of a smile vanished from his sensual lips as he turned his attention back to Izzy. ‘Do you have to be so defensive? Look, if you want a fight I can do that,’ he said, now visibly exasperated.
‘Of course I don’t.’
‘Actually, I like the name …’ A name he had had no part in choosing. He pushed away the thought and the anger that came with it.
‘Roman, I would have told you about her, but I had no idea how to contact you.’ She gave a laugh to hide her embarrassment and managed to inject a note of rueful amusement into her voice as she added, ‘I didn’t even know your name.’
‘You could have hung around to find out.’
‘When I woke up you were gone.’ Izzy closed her eyes, feeling the familiar sick churning of shame and self-disgust in her stomach as she relived the moment she’d realised that her lover of the previous night had not waited for her to wake up.
That had been the grim reality for her in the early hours of the morning after she had fallen asleep in the arms of her lover, believing this was perhaps the start of a love affair between two people destined to be together.
Even the memory embarrassed her now.
Now she knew it had just been sex. Casual sex.
‘I’d only gone across the road to …’ Izzy shrugged and lowered her gaze, still able to recall the guilt and self-disgust she had felt when she had woken up in that strange room alone. She intended never to forget it.
‘It doesn’t matter now, Roman. It was such a long time ago.’
‘And you have so many meaningless affairs that you might have me mixed up with someone else?’
‘Hardly an affair,’ she countered calmly. ‘More a one-night stand.’
‘I have no taste for semantics.’
‘Well, I like things to be clear … and clearly I’m not your family.’
‘You’re the mother of my child. That makes you my family.’
Izzy’s teeth clenched in frustration as she watched his dark eyes follow a young woman wheeling a pushchair along a path that ran parallel to the lake. She released a hissing sigh and dragged a hand down her cheek, tucking the stray shiny strands of hair behind her ear.
‘You can visit Lily any time you like.’
‘I don’t want to visit Lily.’ His dark eyes held hers as he dropped the bombshell so casually that she barely heard it go off. ‘I want to watch her grow up. I want to help her with her homework. I don’t want to visit her—I want to live with her. Support her …’
‘I support her. I’ve been supporting her for the past fourteen months.’
‘How?’
His scepticism irritated the hell out of her.
‘What do you want—a report? A letter from my bank manager or my CV?’ She gave a snort at his expression.
‘You work? You’re an academic like your mother?’
‘No, I’m not an academic.’
His brow lifted. ‘Have I touched a nerve?’
‘No, you have not touched a nerve!’ she yelled, then, encountering the ironic glitter in his eyes, bit her lip. ‘I did an interior design course at college and got a place with Urquarts.’
‘Impressive. It must have been hard to leave.’
‘How do you know I’ve left?’
‘You are living in Cumbria,’ he pointed out. ‘Not really commutable distance.’
‘Oh, yes … well, actually I’ve done a couple of small commissions the past few months on a self-employed basis … It’s simply a matter of juggling.’ Ten balls in the air but she wasn’t about to admit to him how difficult it was.
‘It is wise, no doubt, for you to keep your hand in, considering how hard it will be for you to get your feet back on the career ladder, but I’m sure you already know that.’
‘It is possible to have a career and be a mother.’
‘Of course it is.’
Her eyes narrowed. ‘Are you patronising me?’ she asked in a dangerous voice.
His dark brows lifted. ‘I am admiring you. Clearly if you got a job with Urquarts you are good at what you do and ambitious …?’
Izzy responded to his quizzical look with a blank expression, determined not to give him any ammunition to use against her.
‘It is good for a woman to be ambitious and stimulated by her work, but the balancing act will be much easier to achieve when you have support … when you are not living alone.’
Izzy just stared at him for a speechless moment. Had he heard a thing she had said? Finally shaking her head, she surged to her feet. ‘That isn’t going to happen. Lily lives with me … she needs me … I need her … no … no … no!’
She reminded him of a tigress defending her young as she positioned herself between him and the buggy. ‘Calm down. I’m not trying to take Lily off you. There are ways around this.’
She folded her arms across her chest. ‘Amaze me.’
‘We both want to live with Lily, so the obvious solution would be to cohabit. Another option we should not discount out of hand, of course, is marriage … a definite possibility.’
Izzy stared at him and thought, My God, he’s insane! My baby’s father is a lunatic. Marriage, he actually said marriage!
‘You’re joking, right?’
‘I’m deadly serious.’
Izzy grabbed the buggy. ‘Just keep away from me and Lily.’
‘You’re being very emotional about this.’
‘Too right,’ she said, turning the buggy around.
He rose with a curse. ‘Look, you’re not letting me explain this properly. You’re not going to deny that a child needs two parents.’
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