too much,’ he stated flatly. ‘Sometimes I would lose days at a time,’ he remembered. ‘I’m making no excuses,’ he assured at her sceptical expression. ‘Diana was beautiful, obviously willing. I—It only happened the once. A few weeks later she told me she was pregnant. What can I say? I married her. Only to discover within weeks of the marriage that she had apparently made a mistake, that she wasn’t pregnant, after all. It’s the oldest trick in the book.’ He groaned. ‘And I fell for it!’
How ironic. How utterly, awfully ironic! Because back in England Laura had been genuinely pregnant with Liam’s child.
Her expression hardened. ‘What do you want me to say, Liam?’
‘About my marriage?’ He shrugged. ‘Nothing. It’s a mistake that I have to live with. But it was also a mistake that made it impossible for me to come back here to you. I knew you would never forgive me for marrying someone else, never believe that it was you I loved the whole time. But when I saw you again last week—!’
Laura had tensed, staring at him intently. ‘What did you think then, Liam? How did you feel?’
‘Initially? Stunned. Quickly followed by euphoria; I thought I was being given a second chance! But then you told me you were someone else’s wife!’ He shook his head. ‘Seven years ago, after my divorce, I had no right to come back and tell you how I felt about you; the fact that you were married to someone else would have made the whole thing impossible. But then I found out you were a widow, that your husband had been over thirty years older than you—’
‘You believed I had married Robert for his money,’ Laura recalled dryly.
‘I couldn’t think of any other reason why—The age gap seemed too vast for it to be a love-match. The man was almost twenty years older than me, for goodness’ sake! Then, at first, when I saw Bobby and realised—I had to rethink it all. I thought perhaps you had married Robert Shipley to give the child a name,’ he admitted raggedly. ‘At least, I began to hope that was what you had done. And then today I learnt that Robert had been your Uncle Rob. The man you had obviously adored eight years ago.’
‘Of course I adored him,’ she confirmed emotionally. ‘He picked me up and put me back on my feet again when my parents died, was always there for me. Always!’ she added shakily, remembering all too vividly her own euphoria, quickly followed by heartbreak on learning of Liam’s marriage to another woman, when she had discovered she was expecting Liam’s child. Robert had cared for her. ‘But I wasn’t in love with him, Liam. Nor he with me. Our marriage was that of two very good friends, each caring deeply for the other, joined together by the love we both had for an innocent child.’
‘How you must have hated me all these years.’ Liam looked ashamed.
‘Yes.’ She wasn’t about to lie to him; she had hated him—for leaving her, for marrying someone else, for not being there when their son was born. ‘For a while I did,’ she agreed. ‘Until Bobby was born, probably. There was too much love in my heart then to feel hatred for anybody.’ Least of all, she realised now, the man who had given her Bobby, given Robert Bobby.
‘I love him, too, you know,’ Liam told her huskily.
‘I know you do.’ She nodded understandingly. ‘At first, when I realised I was pregnant, I didn’t know what to do. It was Robert who said I had to tell you. He was even willing to go to America with me so I could tell you. He hated all the fuss that was made when he had to fly anywhere,’ she recalled affectionately. ‘But he was willing to do it to help me find you. Then we saw the photographs of your wedding in the newspapers,’ she said bleakly.
‘Oh, Laura…!’
‘No.’ She put up a shaky hand to stop Liam as he would have come down on his haunches beside her chair. ‘It all has to be said, Liam,’ she told him flatly. ‘The truth told at last.’ She drew in a ragged breath. ‘I was twenty-one years old, in my last year of a university degree, and pregnant—and the father of my baby had just married someone else! Robert knew that I—I wanted to keep my baby. He—he offered to marry me, to take care of both me and the baby. Now we come to the difficult bit, Liam.’ She looked up at him with tear-wet eyes.
He squeezed her hand. ‘If it’s any consolation, Laura, I know I deserve whatever you’re going to say next.’
She stood up, putting down the glass of whisky she had only sipped at. ‘It isn’t a question of deserving anything, Liam,’ she told him. ‘If I had been different eight years ago, perhaps none of this would have happened. But the fact of the matter is we are both who we are, what we are. And if you had asked me to marry you eight years ago, Liam, then I would have said yes.’ She again answered the question he had once put to her. ‘But, with hindsight, I—I have to say that I wouldn’t change a single thing about what actually did happen the last eight years!’
His throat moved convulsively. ‘Because you married the man you loved after all…?’
‘Haven’t you been listening to a single thing I’ve said, Liam?’ she challenged impatiently, her expression one of exasperation now. ‘I loved Robert; I wasn’t in love with him. But…’ She paused, drawing in a deep breath. ‘I have to be honest with you, Liam, and tell you that I can’t regret my marriage to him. He was a wonderful husband and father; neither Bobby or I could have had better.’ There, she had said it!
Because it had to be said. If there were to be any future relationship at all between Liam and herself, even that of friendship just for Bobby’s sake, then Liam had to understand she regretted making none of the choices that had been open to her, that she would never have a denigrating word said about Robert, on any subject, within her hearing.
She hadn’t been in love with Robert, but she had loved him deeply, and she knew that Bobby felt the same about the man he had known as his daddy. How Liam, with the knowledge that he was Bobby’s biological father, intended dealing with that she had no idea. But he would have to deal with it in a way that was acceptable to her. Otherwise she would fight all the way any claim he tried to make on Bobby. She owed Robert that, at least.
Liam looked across at her with narrowed, thoughtful eyes. ‘You asked me a short time ago why I hadn’t told you that I knew I was Bobby’s real father,’ he began slowly. ‘My answer was I was waiting for you to tell me. But there’s a lot more to it than that, Laura,’ he continued firmly as she would have spoken. ‘Being a father isn’t about impregnating a woman. It’s being there for her during the sometimes scary days of pregnancy, being at her side during the birth, helping to care for and nurture the child once it’s born. All the things that Robert did, in fact,’ he acknowledged. ‘The deep affection you had for him once frightened the hell out of me—eight years ago I thought you felt more for him than you did for me! But it doesn’t frighten me any more, Laura. Now I’m just grateful to him. For being there for you, and Bobby, when I couldn’t be or simply wasn’t,’ he admitted sadly.
The tears were swimming in Laura’s eyes now. ‘Do you really mean all that?’ she breathed.
‘Of course I mean it,’ he replied. ‘I’m not expecting to just walk into Bobby’s life, announce that I’m his real father and take over that role as if it’s my right! Because it isn’t. I have to earn that right. In the same way I have to earn the right to tell you I’m still in love with you,’ he carried on. ‘That I’ve never stopped being in love with you,’ he added emotionally.
‘Oh, Liam…!’ she choked tearfully.
‘Is that, Oh, Liam, you’ll never be able
