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“Bella, perhaps Piers would prefer not to tell us such private things,” Theron suggested.
Marley raised an eyebrow. “He’s here isn’t he? He obviously wants our help. We deserve to know if he
deserves it or not.”
Piers winced. “If you want to know the truth, no, I don’t deserve your help, but I’m asking for it
anyway.”
“Why?” Bella demanded.
Piers looked at both women. “Because I love her, and I made a terrible mistake.”
“So you called the stupid lab and they figured out it was all a mistake then?” Marley said furiously.
Chrysander and Theron turned to Marley and Bella. Marley flushed and cast an apologetic look at Bella,
who merely shrugged.
“I haven’t called the lab. I don’t care about the bloody results. I love her and our child. I don’t give a
rat’s ass who the biological father is. She’s my daughter, and I don’t plan to give her or Jewel up.”
“Why do I get the impression that we’re the only two without the faintest clue what the devil is going
on?” Theron said to Chrysander.
“No, but I bet our lovely wives could fill us in,” Chrysander said as he rounded on Bella and Marley.
Both women crossed their arms over their chests and pressed their lips together.
Frustration beat at Piers’s temples. He walked past his brothers to stand in front of Marley and Bella.
“Please, if you know where she is, tell me. I have to make this right with her. I love her.”
Marley sighed and glanced over at Bella.
“I might have helped her get a place in Miami,” Bella hedged.
Chrysander’s eyebrows went up. “But isn’t that where…”
Marley shot him another furious glance.
“Where in Miami?” Piers said, ignoring the exchange between Marley and Chrysander.
“If you go down there and upset her again, I’ll personally sic every member of Theron’s security team
on you,” Bella threatened.
“Just tell me, Bella. Please. I need to see her again. I need to make sure she and the baby are all right.”
“When I spoke to her yesterday, they were just fine,” Marley said casually.
“It would appear that you and Bella have been very busy women,” Chrysander said darkly.
Marley sniffed. “If things were left to you men, the world would be a disaster.”
“I think we’ve been insulted,” Theron said dryly.
Bella thrust the piece of paper she’d been writing on toward Piers. “Here’s her address. She trusted me,
Piers. Don’t screw this up.”
Piers hugged her quickly and kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you. I’ll bring her back for a visit as soon
as I can.”
Jewel smoothed her hand over Eric’s hair as he slept and smiled at how peaceful and innocent he looked.
Tucking his blanket around him, she turned to tiptoe from his bedroom.
Once in the kitchen, she prepared a cup of decaf tea and sipped the soothing, warm brew.
Her arrival in Miami couldn’t have come at a better time. Eric had been taken from his previous home
and was awaiting placement along with several hundred other children. It had taken several days to
complete the paperwork, have the home study and background checks, but Eric was finally hers.
At first he’d been silent and restrained. No doubt he thought his placement with her was as temporary as
all his other ones. She didn’t try to persuade him any differently. It would take time to win his trust.
The important thing was that he had a home now. Thanks to Bella’s generosity, they both had a home.
After checking on Eric one last time, she went into the living room and settled into her favorite chair.
Nights were difficult, when all was silent. She missed Piers and the easy companionship they’d
developed.
She had nearly dozed off in her chair when the doorbell rang. She got up quickly so it wouldn’t disturb
Eric and went to look out the peephole. No one knew her here, and she was wary of anyone knocking on
her door. Surely Social Services wouldn’t pay a surprise visit at this time of night.
What she saw shocked her to the core.
Piers. Outside her door, looking worried and a little haggard.
With fumbling fingers, she unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door a crack.
“Jewel, thank God,” he said. “Please, can I come in?”
Her grip tightened on the door as she stared through the crack. Anger, pain—so much pain—surged
through her veins. What could he possibly have to say to her that hadn’t already been said?
She steeled herself, opened the door just enough that she could see him and he could see her.
“I won’t ask how you found me. It isn’t important.”
He started to interrupt, holding up one hand in a plea, but she shook her head.
“No, you’ve said enough. I let you say all those things, and I took it, but I don’t have to now. This is my
home. You have no rights here. I want you to leave.”
Something that looked suspiciously like panic spasmed in his eyes.
“Jewel, I know I don’t deserve even a moment of your time. I said and did unforgivable things. I
wouldn’t blame you if you never spoke to me again. But please, I’m begging you. Let me in. Let me
explain. Let me make things right between us.”
The sheer desperation in his voice unsettled her. She wavered on the brink of indecision, her anger
warring with the desire to relent and let him through the door. He stared at her with tortured eyes and
slowly, she stepped back and opened the door wider.
He was inside in an instant. He gathered her in his arms and buried his face in her hair.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, yineka mou.”
He kissed her temple, then her cheek and then clumsily found her lips. He kissed her with such emotion
that it staggered her.
“Please forgive me,” he whispered. “I love you. I want you and our baby to come home.”
She pulled away, holding onto his arms for support. “You believe she’s yours?” She couldn’t keep the
bitterness or suspicion from her voice.
“I don’t care who the biological father is. She’s mine. Just as you are mine. We’re a family. I’ll be a
good father, I swear it. I love her already, and I want us to be a family, Jewel. Please say you’ll give me
another chance. I’ll never give you any reason to leave me again.”
He gathered her hands in his, holding them so tightly that she was sure her fingers were bloodless.
“I love you, Jewel. I was wrong. So wrong. I don’t deserve another chance, but I’m asking—no begging
—for one because there’s nothing I want more than for you and our daughter to come home.”
She stood there, mouth wide open, trying to process everything he flung at her. He loved her. He still
didn’t think he was the father. He didn’t care if he wasn’t the father. He wanted her and the baby back.
Her throat swelled, and her nose stung as tears gathered in her eyes. How difficult must this have been
for him, to come all this way, thinking that the baby wasn’t his, but wanting them anyway, accepting
them anyway.
She should be angry, but the results had confirmed his worst fears, and yet it didn’t matter.
He’d humbled himself in front of her, made himself as vulnerable as a man could make himself. She had
only to look at the sincerity burning like twin flames in his eyes to know that he spoke the truth.
He loved her.
“You love me?”
She ne
eded to hear it again. Wanted it so desperately.
“I love you so much, yineka mou.”
She shook her head. “What does that mean, anyway?”
“What does what mean?”
“Yineka mou.”
He smiled. “It means my woman.”
“But you called me that the first night we made love.”
He nodded. “You were mine even then. I think I fell in love with you that very night.”
Tears welled in her eyes, and she swallowed back the sob that clawed its way up her throat.
“Oh Piers. I love you so much.”
She threw herself back into his arms, holding onto him as tightly as she could. He held her just as firmly,
his hands stroking her hair. Then his palm slid down to cup her belly.
He trembled against her, his big body shaking with emotion. When he spoke, there was a betraying
crack that told her how close he was to breaking.
“How is our child?”
She closed her eyes as tears slipped from the corners. Then she reached down to hold on to his wrist as
she stepped away.
“She’s yours, Piers. I swear it to you. I haven’t slept with another man. Only you. Please tell me you
believe me. I know what the tests said, but they were wrong.”
He stared back at her, hope lighting his eyes. He swallowed and then swallowed again. “I believe you,
yineka mou.”
She closed her eyes and hugged him again, burying her face in his strong chest.
“I’m sorry for hurting you, Jewel. I won’t do so again, you have my word.”
“There is something I must tell you,” she said quietly.
He stiffened against her and slowly drew away, his eyes flashing vulnerability.
“You should sit down.”
“Just tell me. There is nothing we can’t work out.”
She smiled. “I hope you won’t be angry at what I’ve done.”
“We can fix it. Whatever it is. Together, yineka mou.”
She took his hands in hers as they sat on the couch. “I came to Miami to find Eric.”
He went completely still. “Why?”
“I thought you needed closure. I thought if you could see him happy and well adjusted that you could
carry that memory instead of the one where he screamed and cried as his mother took him away.”
“And did you find him?”
There was anticipation in his voice that told her how eager he was to know of Eric’s well-being.
“Yes, I found him,” she said softly.
Her grip tightened around his hands.
“Joanna abandoned him two years ago.”
“What?”
Anger exploded from him in a volatile wave. He bolted from the couch, his hands clenched into fists at
his sides.
“Why didn’t she bring him to me? She knew I loved him. She knew I’d take him in.”
Jewel shook her head sadly. “I don’t know, Piers. He was taken into foster care and has been there for
the last two years.”
“This must be rectified. I won’t allow him to remain in foster care. Not like you were, yineka mou. I
won’t allow your pain to be his.”
She stood beside him, touching his arm. “How did you know about me?”
Piers looked at her with such pain in his eyes. “Kirk told me when I went to San Francisco looking for
you. Theos, Jewel. I am so shamed by the way I treated you.”
“Piers, Eric is here,” she said gently.
His mouth dropped open in shock. “Here?”
She nodded. “He’s asleep in his bedroom. You see, I couldn’t allow him to remain in foster care either. I
knew how much he meant to you, and I know how painful my childhood was. I searched for Eric before
we split up. It was why I came to your office that day. I was going to tell you that I’d found him and that
he was in foster care. I thought we could both fly to Miami to get him.”
He closed his eyes and let out a groan. “Instead, I drove you away, and you came here yourself to take
care of him.”
“He’s here, and he very much needs a mother and a father.”
“You would do this? You would take in a child that is not your own?” he asked.
“Isn’t that what you plan to do? What you planned to do when you thought our daughter was not your
own?”
He gathered her close in his arms, his body trembling against hers. “I love you, yineka mou. So much.
Never leave me again. Not even if I deserve it.”
She laughed lightly. “I won’t. Next time, I’ll stay and fight, which is what I should have done this time.
You won’t get rid of me so easily again.”
“Good,” he said gruffly. “Now let’s go see our son.”
Epilogue
“S he’s the most beautiful girl in the world,” Piers said proudly as he held up six-week-old Mary
Catherine for his brothers to admire.
“You can only say that because Marley is having another boy,” Chrysander pointed out.
“Listen to them,” Bella said in disgust. “Why is it that babies turn men’s minds to mush?”
“I thought that was good sex,” Marley said mischievously.
“Well, that too,” Jewel said with a laugh.
Eric stood with the Anetakis men, looking absurdly proud of his little sister. Jewel’s heart never failed to
swell when she saw the love between father and son.
Eric’s adoption had become final just two weeks before Mary Catherine had been born. A week later,
Piers had received a frantic phone call from the laboratory that had performed the paternity test. They
had, indeed, made a mistake and mixed up his results with someone else’s. Piers had been horrified all
over again over the fact that he’d blasted Jewel, but she reminded him that he’d taken her word on faith
long before he knew the results were in fact in error. That was enough for her.
Bella had been quick to point out that all they’d needed to do was wait for Mary Catherine to be born
because no one in their right mind would ever deny that she was an Anetakis through and through.
She was dark haired and dark eyed, and blessed with the olive complexion of her father. She was for all
practical purposes a miniature Piers.
Jewel looked around at her family, all gathered at her home on the cliff overlooking the sea. There was
so much happiness here. It was hard to believe at times that it was all hers. That she had a family. That
she belonged. She and Piers had both been drifters for so long, but somehow they’d found their way to
one another and had at long last found what mattered the most. A home.
“I’d like to propose a toast,” Chrysander said as he raised his glass. “To the Anetakis wives. I’ve no
doubt they’ll keep us on our toes well into our old age, and I plan to enjoy every minute of it.”
“Here, here,” Theron said as he raised his own.
Piers turned to smile at Jewel, and she rose to stand by his side as they both looked down at the bundle
in his arms. She put out her arm, and Eric snuggled against her side.
“I’d also like to propose a toast,” Jewel said. “To Bella. May she give Theron a house full of girls all as
beautiful and as sassy as she is.”
“Bite your tongue,” Bella said, but her eyes twinkled merrily.
Theron put his arm around his wife. “God help me if that is true. One Bella is all this world needs.”
“I’d like to propose a toast to love and friendship,” Marley said. She pulled Jewel and Bella away from
their husbands and linked her arms around them both.
Jewel and Bella squeez
ed back.
“To love and friendship,” they both echoed.
