Saving His Little Miracle (Mills & Boon Medical) by Jennifer Taylor Page B

had been inevitable after that, but had he really changed so much that he was ready to consider the idea? Could he see himself not only in the role of father to Megan and to this new baby they might have but as Lowri’s husband?
    Vincenzo’s hands shook even more as he poured the wine. Whilst he was still determined to do whatever was necessary to help Megan, he knew that he needed to reassess the situation. He came to a swift decision, aware that he would be unable to think things through with the necessary clarity if he was around Lowri. Lowri made him feel all sorts of things; however, she didn’t make it easy for him to think!
    ‘I shall be returning to Milan in the morning.’ He handed her a glass and sat down. He took a sip of the wine, hoping it would steady him. He needed to be strong, needed to deal with this situation on his own and in his own way too.
    ‘Oh. I didn’t realise you were going back to Milan so soon,’ she began, then shrugged. ‘Of course. You must have things to attend to.’
    ‘I need to settle on a date for when I return to work,’ Vincenzo said as smoothly as he could. He took another swallow of the wine, calling himself all sorts of unflattering names when he realised that he was disappointed that she hadn’t tried to persuade him to stay. If truth be told, she must be as eager for some time on her own as he was.
    ‘Ah. Well, that’s good, isn’t it? You must feel that your arm has healed if you’re planning to return to Theatre.’ She smiled brightly as she raised her glass. ‘Here’s to a successful return, Vincenzo. I’m sure your colleagues will be delighted to have you back.’
    ‘Grazie.’ He responded to her toast, wondering wryly if his return would be greeted with very much enthusiasm. From what he had heard that day, his team seemed to have been coping extremely well without him.
    He pushed the thought aside, not wanting anything to deter him. Returning to work would give him the breathing space he needed to decide how to handle this situation. He had a choice: he could maintain his distance and simply make financial provision for Megan and the new baby, or he could become a proper father to them with all that it entailed—assuming that Lowri would agree, of course.
    He sighed. It appeared that the decision wasn’t wholly his after all. It very much depended on what Lowri wanted.
    * * *
    It was shortly after ten when Lowri excused herself and went up to her room. It had been a pleasant evening and Vincenzo had gone out of his way put her at ease. She had grown increasingly nervous as the time had approached for her and Megan to travel to the villa, but if Vincenzo continued to behave as he had done today then it appeared that she had nothing to fear.
    She certainly couldn’t fault the arrangements he had made to get them there. He had taken heed of Dr Simpson’s advice to keep Megan away from anyone who might be harbouring an infection by hiring a private plane to fly them to Milan, where they’d been met by a chauffeur-driven limousine.
    In a remarkably short space of time they had arrived at the villa, where his housekeeper, Maria, had been waiting to greet them. It had been a world away from the journey she had made a few weeks earlier and she couldn’t help comparing the two. It was obvious that Vincenzo had both the money and the means to make things happen. She wasn’t sure why it made her feel slightly uneasy to know that.
    She pushed the thought aside as she opened her suitcase and took out a pair of pyjamas. Opening the connecting door to Megan’s room, she checked that the little girl was fast asleep before going to take a shower, frowning as she looked around. The white-painted bed with its golden coronet above supporting a drift of pale pink net was every little girl’s dream. The rest of the furniture was white too, the wardrobes and chests exquisitely painted with fairies and tiny woodland creatures. There was even a toy chest under the window