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imagine your father or twin would say if they could see you? You're unattractive, scrawny, and denying your femininity. Denying the name your parents gave you. Theos. It's an abomination."
"Leave my father and Chris out of this. Don't sully their memory with your evil tongue."
It didn't improve her temper any, knowing he was right. Her father and twin would be horrified.
Why had he brought them into this?
Alex rose from the chair in one lithe movement and leaned across the space, a hand either side imprisoning her. Kate felt his heat; his remembered scent teased her senses, spicy and male.
"I had nothing to do with the death of your father and twin."
"Had they not been coming to see me after you kidnapped me, they would never have been on the Pacific Highway in the first place."
Kate pushed at his chest but he never budged.
"And that's a cop out, Catriona, a sop to appease your guilty conscience."
"My conscience was always clear. I never killed your nephew. Do you expect me to forget that?"
Alex straightened, walking across to the window and stared out into the twilight of the summer evening. His broad shoulders had a decided droop as he pushed a hand through his silver streaked hair.
"No. I don't expect you to forget." He turned towards her, his expression so grim, she shivered. "Nor can you expect me to forget, when I see your face every day when I look at our daughter?"
Discussing Sarah was intolerable.
Kate bit down on her lip until blood bloomed in her mouth.
It took every ounce of self-control to stop pleading with him, begging for information about the tiny child she had last seen struggling for life in an incubator, a tiny, living scrap of humanity.
Any crumb to satisfy the craving in her heart.
"She's the child you demanded."
"Yes." The flat word held no emotion.
"Does she appease your lust for power? Your need for revenge?"
Kate was desperate enough to risk his anger.
A long dormant, inner demon rose to the surface gaining power. The wound he'd exposed was still raw, and she wanted to hurt him as he's hurt her.
The truth behind the hit and run that left Marcos Korda dead, sat like an open wound between them. It was Catriona's cousin, Jessica, who'd stolen her car and hit and killed Marcos Korda.
Had she not defied the police, had she not gone to visit Alex, they would not be having this conversation. But the truth came too late. Jessica had already set in motion the chain of events that catapulted Catriona into this man's life.
"You chose to run away." Alex raked a hand through his silver streaked hair. "You abandoned Sarah, leaving me to assume responsibility for her. You conveniently forget that."
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
"It was never what I wanted. What sort of woman are you? What sort of woman can walk away her new born baby without knowing if she's going to live or die?"
"One who was frightened to death of the man who'd forced a pregnancy on her."
Remorse gleamed in his eyes. He lifted his hands in a helpless gesture, and then let them fall. "How many times do you want me to apologize?"
Wounded, Kate turned the screw.
"What sort of man drugs and kidnaps an eighteen year old girl, and then forces her to bear his child? God, that sort of thing has been outlawed since the dark ages? I hated you eight years ago, Alex, and nothing has changed."
His eyes glittered and he went pale under his ruddy tan. A small muscle at the corner of his lips twitched, giving her time for regret.
"It wasn't me you hated, Catriona," he growled softly, "what you hated was your need to satisfy the craving of your awakened sexuality."
Shame threatened to devour her alive.
His presence reminded her of things she'd tried so hard to forget. He came closer, each measured step echoing on the hardwood floor.
As he leaned over her, she felt his warmth; a swiftly indrawn breath filled her senses with his familiar cologne and the musky scent that was his alone. It stirred atrophied senses into unwilling life.
Heat coiled in her belly, her