The Heiress's Secret Baby

Author:Jessica Gilmore [Gilmore, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-03-21T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

‘WHAT A SHAME we didn’t get to see some of Paris, but it was easier to fly in to Toulouse. I would have liked to have shown you around Desmoulins.’ British retail royalty meeting the cream of Parisian style; it would have been an interesting introduction.

Now they were in his country, on his turf, Gabe was back behind the wheel, waving a protesting Polly into the passenger seat, refusing to listen to her attempts to direct him; no phone sat nav could possibly know the roads, the shortcuts better than the returning native.

‘I’ve never been to Paris.’ She was looking out of the window, seemingly absorbed in the scenery. It was worth looking at, the undulating hills and bright fields of lavender and sunflowers. At one point Provence had felt too rural, too stiflingly parochial to hold him. Now his blood thrilled to the scented air. He was home.

‘You must have. A woman like you! Business, romance, shopping...’

She was shaking her head. ‘Nope. Business I conduct in London. Romance?’ She smiled wryly. ‘I didn’t really take time in my twenties for romantic breaks and the least said about this year, the better.’ She rubbed her stomach. Gabe had noticed how often her hand crept there instinctively, unthinkingly, as if she had a primal need to connect with the life within.

‘And I shop at Rafferty’s of course. Or Milan or New York if I do want a busman’s holiday.’

‘But...’ He was incredulous. Surely everyone came to Paris at some point in their lives. ‘But what about fashion week?’

She shook her head. ‘That’s the buyers’ job. I can’t predict the next season’s hits and I don’t need to. I pay people with far more flair to do it.’

Oh, she had flair. It helped that she was almost model tall and model thin; it made it easy for her to wear clothes designed with willowy slenderness in mind. But she wore them with a panache that didn’t come from the designer. It was innate. Even today, casual in a pair of skinny jeans and a yellow flowery top, she turned heads.

‘But why? It takes what? Two and a half hours by train? It’s a day trip.’

Polly smiled. A little self-consciously. ‘It’s silly.’

Gabe turned to look at her. Now he was intrigued; what on earth made Polly Rafferty blush in embarrassment?

‘I can keep a secret.’

‘I know.’ She winced. ‘You already know far too many of mine. I can’t give you any more.’

She had a point. It was odd, knowing things not even her brother knew. Tied them together in a way that wasn’t as unwelcome as it should be. He should even the score, make them equals.

Gabe turned his concentration back to the road ahead, navigating a tight bend before answering. ‘That’s fair. How about I tell you two of mine and then you answer?’

She leant back in her seat and considered. ‘They have to be embarrassing secrets. Or deeply personal. Things you have never told anyone.’

‘Okay.’ He took a deep breath.

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