Leanne Banks - From Playboy To Papa!

Rage rolled through Rafe. Instinctively, he pulled back his arm, winding up for a punch to the man’s face.

Nicole covered his arm. “No.”

He blinked, taking a breath, itching-with every fiber of his being-to wipe the smile off the bastard’s face.

“If you hit him, you’re no better than he is,” she said in a low voice.

He took another breath to try to calm himself and lowered his fist. “First, don’t speak that way to my wife,” Rafe said, and watched Livingstone’s composure slip.

“Second, I won that deal because I worked it better than you did,” Rafe said.

Nicole looked up at him. “Is this the Greek deal I told you about?”

Rafe nodded. “I’d been talking to the same company.”

“You bastard,” Livingstone said.

“Not bastard,” Rafe said, checking his anger. “Orphan, but not bastard. You can leave now.”

“Not without my daughter and grandson.” Livingstone looked at Nicole. “Surely you can’t trust this man. You know you’re just a substitute for Tabitha,” he said.

Rafe’s anger flared again. “Shut-”

“The only reason he wants you is because you have Joel. He’s just using you,” Nicole’s father said.

“That’s a lie,” Rafe said. “Nicole is the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Nicole did a double take.

“He’s just saying that so he can keep Joel. He wants control of Joel’s inheritance.”

Nicole shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense. Rafe has plenty of money of his own.”

Rafe felt a swell of pride.

“The only reason he wants you and Joel is to get revenge against me because I broke up him and Tabitha.”

Until then, Nicole had stood firm, but that last dart appeared to have hit the target dead-on. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as if she were trying to gather her sense, her composure.

“Nicole, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Rafe said in a low voice, slid his hand around her back. She stiffened against his touch. The slight movement wounded him. “Nicole.”

She lifted her hands.

“Nicole, I’m your father. I’m Joel’s grandfather. Surely you wouldn’t want to deprive him of his heritage as a Livingstone. I’ll take care of you. I’ve always been there for you,” he said. “Where was Medici when Joel was born? When Tabitha died?”

Rafe clenched his fists at his sides in controlled fury.

She closed her eyes and he sensed her wavering. It stabbed at his gut.

“Do you know what a coup it is for someone like him to associate with a Livingstone?” her father goaded.

A long silence passed and Rafe had the sensation of hanging over a pit of snakes. Would Nicole really go to her father?

She finally opened her eyes. “Rafe couldn’t be there because he didn’t know Joel existed. You made sure of that, didn’t you?”

“I told Tabitha that if she didn’t break up with him, then I would take away her trust fund. It was for her good. Even you know she was impulsive. She didn’t fight me,” he said, giving Rafe a condescending look. “I told you before he just wants you as a substitute for Tabitha. He just wants Joel to get back at me.”

She flinched then seemed to stiffen. “That’s where you’re wrong. Maybe I’m only a substitute, but he wants to be a father to Joel. It’s very important to him. He loves Joel and would do anything to protect him.”

“I would protect Joel,” her father said.

She shook her head. “Only until he displeased you,” she said. “Joel and I will never live with you. I’m not going back with you.”

Livingstone’s face turned to stone. “You’ll regret it. Are you so desperate that you’re willing to be your sister’s stand-in?”

“Get out,” Rafe said. He refused to allow her to suffer one second longer.

“Who do you think you are?” Livingstone said. “Giving me orders.”

“You’re in my house and I want you out. I’ll call security if necessary.”

“Not man enough to do it yourself,” Nicole’s father goaded.

“Nicole is too important to me to resort to violence with her father. Get out,” he commanded.

As Conrad Livingstone stalked out the front door, Nicole wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes dark with turbulent emotion.

Rafe put his hand on her arm, but she backed away, not meeting his gaze. “I need to pick up Joel,” she said. “I don’t want to be late.”

“I’ll go with you,” he said.

“No,” she said quickly. “I need a few moments to myself.”

“Are you sure you should drive?” he asked.

She nodded. “Yes. I’ll be fine. I just need some air,” she said and lifted her hands for the keys.

He pressed them into her palm and watched her walk out of the door. He couldn’t help wondering if he’d just lost his last chance with the only woman who’d ever made him feel like he’d found home just by holding her in his arms.

Nicole wanted to take Joel and run. Driving to pick him up at preschool, she felt as if she’d been punched.

The deal with the Greek shipping company. When had that really happened? Had she blown her father’s deal by unwittingly giving information to Rafe? Even though she wanted distance from her father, she wished him no ill will.

Her father’s worst accusation was that she was a fill-in for Tabitha. In other circumstances, she could have stood it. After all, she’d spent most of her life in the shadow of her sister. But now, now she wanted Rafe to see her, to want her, to love her.

Her breath stopped in her throat. Even though he was the strongest man she’d ever met, she wanted to make him feel safe. She wanted to make his secret wishes come true. She wanted him to feel her love. And she wanted to feel loved by him.

Panic coursed through her. What an idiot, she thought, pulling into a parking spot at the preschool. Rafe had made it clear that love wasn’t part of the bargain.

An hour and a half later, Rafe was swearing as he paced his downstairs office. With the exception of the tragedy of his father’s death and mother’s subsequent decline, he’d felt as if he’d usually held the lucky side of the coin. Not with love, of course, but with business. Today, he felt as if the bad luck gods had decided to pummel him. First the incident with Maddie, then Nicole’s father. He rubbed his hand across his face as he paced and swore under his breath. How in the world could he make this right for Nicole? How could he make her believe what she meant to him?.

Nicole and Joel had become as vital to him as his heart and lungs. The reality of their importance took his breath away.

“Mr. Medici,” Carol said, holding a manila envelope in her hands. “I apologize for the interruption.”

Rafe glanced up at his longtime housekeeper. “Yes?”

“Unfortunately, my new housekeeping assistant broke a vase of flowers in Mrs. Medici’s bedroom. Her previous bedroom, that is. The water spilled into the drawer all over this envelope. I wasn’t sure if it was important.” She extended the envelope toward him and he took it.

“Thank you. I’ll look it over.” He opened the envelope and pulled out the printed copy of the investigator’s report on him, along with two passports. Frowning, he flipped each open, seeing first a photo of Nicole, then one of Joel. Flipping through the papers, he stopped cold when he saw a listing of international flight departures from Miami and requirements for taking a minor out of the country.

Rafe felt as if he’d been stabbed in the heart.

Nicole had been planning to take Joel away.

From his office, he heard the front door burst open.

“Daddy!” Joel called.

His son’s voice twisted his gut. “In here,” he said, keeping his own voice level for the sake of Joel.