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stall.
    Then she’d stopped, just long enough to go into one of the airport shops and pick up the one thing she’d avoided buying for the past week.
    She’d started crying again when the pregnancy test had resulted in two little pink, positive, yes-you’re-having-a-baby lines.
    Now she was wrung out. Sick. And completely alone.
    Well, not completely alone. Not really. She was having a baby, after all.
    The thought didn’t comfort her so much as magnify the feeling of utter loneliness.
    One thing was certain. There was no going back to Alessandro. No going back to her family. She was having the wrong man’s baby. A man who clearly didn’t want her.
    But he did once
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    That thought made her furious, defiant. Yes, he had. More than once, which was likely how the pregnancy had happened. Because there had been protection during their times in bed, but they’d also showered together in the early hours of the morning and then … then neither of them had been able to think, or spare the time.
    A voice came over the loudspeaker, the last call for her flight out to New York.
    She stood up, picked up her purse, the only thing she had with her, the only thing she had to her name, and handed her ticket to the man at the counter.
    “Going to New York?” he asked, verifying.
    She took a deep breath. “Yes.”

CHAPTER TWO
    H E’D NEVER EVEN opened the emails she’d been sending him. She knew, because she’d set them up so that they would send her a receipt when the addressee opened her message, but she’d never gotten one.
    He didn’t answer her calls, either. Not the calls to his office, not the calls to his mobile phone, not the calls to the Palazzolo Corretti, or to his personal estate outside Palermo.
    Matteo Corretti was doing an exceptional job of ignoring her, and he had been for weeks now while she’d been holed up in her friend Carolina’s apartment. Carolina, the friend who had talked her into a New York bachelorette party in the first place. Which, all things considered, meant she sort of owed Alessia since that bachelorette party was the source of both her problems, and her pregnancy.
    No, that wasn’t fair. It was her fault. Well, a lot ofit was. The rest was Matteo Corretti’s. Master of disguise and phone-call-avoider extraordinaire.
    She wished she didn’t need him but she didn’t know what else to do. She was so tired. So sad, all the time. Her father wouldn’t take her calls, either, her siblings, the most precious people in her life were forbidden from speaking to her. That, more than anything, was threatening to burn a hole in her soul. She felt adrift without them around her. They’d kept her going for most of her life, given her a sense of purpose, of strength and responsibility. Without them she just felt like she was floundering.
    She’d had one option, of course. To terminate the pregnancy and return home. Beg her father and Alessandro for forgiveness. But she hadn’t been able to face that. She’d lost so much in her life already and as confused as she was about the baby, about what it would mean for her, as terrified as she was, she couldn’t face losing the tiny life inside of her.
    But she would run out of money soon. Then she would be alone and penniless while Matteo Corretti spent more of his fortune on sports cars and high-rise hotels.
    She wasn’t going to allow it anymore. Not when she’d already decided that if he didn’t want to be a part of their baby’s life he would have to come tell her to her face. He would have to stand before herand denounce their child, verbally, not simply by ignoring emails and messages. He would have to make that denouncement a physical action.
    Yes, she’d made the wrong decision to sleep with him without telling him about Alessandro. But it didn’t give him the right to deny their child. Their child had nothing to do with her stupidity. He or she was the only innocent party in the situation.
    She looked down at the screen on her phone. She