he’d told her the lies he told. He couldn’t shoulder the entire blame. She’d been far too easy a conquest. But still, that he’d stand there before her and categorically deny even knowing her name sliced a jagged line through her heart that was beyond repair. “You should go,” she said in a barely controlled tone. Damn the tears, but if he didn’t leave now, she wasn’t going to keep her composure for long. His brow furrowed and he cocked his head to the side, studying her intently. Then to her dismay, he swept his hand out and smudged a tear from the corner of her eye with his thumb. “You’re upset.” Sweet mother of God, this man was an idiot. She could only pray their child inherited her brains and not his. She nearly laughed aloud but it came out as a strangled sob. How could she hope for the poor baby to inherit any intelligence whatsoever when it was clear that both his parents were flaming morons? “Get. Out.” But instead he cupped her chin and tilted it upward so he could stare into her eyes. Then he wiped at the dampness on her cheek in a surprisingly gentle gesture. “We can’t have slept together. Besides the fact that you aren’t my type, I can’t imagine forgetting such an event.” Her mouth gaped open and any thoughts of tears fled. She wrenched herself from his grasp and gave up trying to get the man out of her room. He could stay. She was going. She gripped the lapels of her robe and stomped around him. She made it into the hall before his hand closed around her wrist and he pulled her up short. Enough was enough. She opened her mouth to let out a shriek, but he yanked her against his hard body and covered her mouth. “For God’s sake, I’m not going to hurt you,” he hissed. He muscled her back into the hotel room, slammed the door and bolted it shut behind them. Then he turned and glared at her. “You’ve already hurt me,” she said through gritted teeth. His eyes softened and grew cloudy with confusion. “It’s obvious you feel as though I’ve wronged you in some way. I’d apologize, but I’d have to remember you and what I supposedly did in order to offer restitution.” “Restitution?” She gaped at him, stunned by the difference in the Rafael de Luca she fell in love with and this man standing before her now. She yanked open her robe so that the small mound of her belly showed through the thin, satin nightgown underneath. “You make me fall in love with you. You seduce me. You tell me you love me and that you want us to be together. You get my signature on papers agreeing to sell you land that has been in my family for a century. You feed me complete lies about our relationship and your plans for the land. But that wasn’t enough. No, you had to get me pregnant on top of it all!” His face went white. Anger removed all the confusion from his features. He took a step toward her and for the first time, fear edged out her fury. She took a step back and braced her hand against the TV stand. “Are you saying that we slept together and that I am the father of your baby?” he demanded. She stared wordlessly at him, hurt still crowding viciously into her chest. “Are you trying to say we didn’t? That I imagined the weeks we spent together? Do you deny that you left me without a word and never looked back?” Sarcasm crept into her voice but there was also deep pain that she wished wasn’t so evident. It was enough that he’d betrayed her. She didn’t want to be humiliated further. He flinched and closed his eyes. Then he took a step back and for a moment she thought he was finally going to do as she’d demanded and leave. “I don’t remember you,” he said hoarsely. “I don’t remember any of it. You. Us. That.” He gestured toward her belly. He trailed off and something about the bewilderment in his voice made her stop in her tracks. She crossed her arms protectively over her chest and swallowed. “You don’t remember.” He ran