Valentino's Pregnancy Bombshell

by Amy Andrews

  Paige doubted very much that Valentino understood the potential impact of this test. How could a footloose, fancy-free playboy bachelor understand the full implications? For him it was no doubt a test of his virility. Proof of his manliness… But for her? It was a whole different proposition.

  Still, regardless of that, it did need to be done—so she took a deep breath. But even before the little plus appeared, somewhere inside she knew.

  “Well?” Valentino asked as she came back into the open lounge area.

  Paige held up the test, barely keeping upright as the foundations of her world crashed all around her. “It’s positive.”

  Valentino stared at the pink plus sign. It was a full minute before the information sank in. He was going to be a father. He smiled. And then he grinned. “This is the best news ever.”

  Paige wasn’t similarly overcome. In fact, a huge block of emotion built in her chest till she thought she was going to pass out from the pressure of it. It stung her eyes and prickled in her nose. She sucked in a breath. “No, Valentino, it’s not. This is the worst possible news. You have no idea.”

  And she burst into tears.

  Dear Reader,

  What is it about Italian men? Is it their dark, brooding looks, their seemingly effortless charisma, or that accent? Why are they so popular in our books? Why do we love to read about them so much? I’m not sure I know the reason myself, but I’m sure my two heroines Nat and Paige do!

  When my editor suggested I write two linked books with Italian heroes I didn’t hesitate. I’ve had such fun writing them in the past, how could I resist? And what fabulous men my muse presented to me! Cousins Alessandro and Valentino Lombardi have so much in common—both specialist doctors, both compassionate and honorable men, growing up like brothers in Italy and forging new lives for themselves on the opposite side of the world. But also, in many ways, they are complete opposites.

  Alessandro, so strained and serious, failing to cope with the death of his wife while raising his four-year-old son. And Valentino, the fun-loving, easygoing Lothario.

  It seemed only right to give them women they needed. Or who needed them. Nat, so bright and peppy, and determined to forge a bond between Alessandro and his son. And Paige, single mother of a deaf child, so fragile and shut down—a combination that a hot-blooded Italian like Valentino finds hard to resist. I hope you enjoy their stories as these four special people find their way to love. I know I certainly enjoyed writing them.

  I miss them already.

  Love,

  Amy

  VALENTINO’S PREGNANCY BOMBSHELL

  Amy Andrews

  ITALIAN SURGEON…TO DAD!

  Welcome to Amy Andrews’s enchanting new Italian Surgeon…to Dad! duet, introducing the two devastatingly gorgeous Lombardi surgeons.

  Bubbly nanny Natalie has put the smile back on single dad Alessandro’s little boy—but can she win over the brooding surgeon’s heart?

  ALESSANDRO AND THE CHEERY NANNY

  Single mom Paige has her hands full with a young daughter who is hearing impaired. Now she must find the courage to tell playboy Valentino she’s expecting his baby!

  VALENTINO’S PREGNANCY BOMBSHELL

  ITALIAN SURGEON…TO DAD!

  On call for the hospital—and the nursery!

  This book is dedicated to all those bionic ear pioneers who strove to give deaf people everywhere options they’d never had before.

  Such achievements are totally inspiring.

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  EPILOGUE

  CHAPTER ONE

  PAIGE DONALD could feel Valentino Lombardi’s gaze on her from across the altar. Not even the beauty of the ceremony or the happiness in her heart for her friend, Natalie, could distract her from the intensity of it.

  It caressed every inch of her body, making her even more self-conscious about what she was wearing.

  The bridesmaid’s dress clung to non-existent curves. The hem grazed her knee and she suppressed the urge to yank it lower. This wasn’t her. This frothy, clingy, femme fatale dress with shoestring straps and low back.

  Very. Low. Back.

  The crimson creation didn’t say busy single working mother with a high-needs child who hasn’t slept an entire night through in three years.

  It said Sexy. Flirty. Time for pleasure. It said the playground is open, come on in. And Valentino Lombardi, possibly the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on, probably the sexiest man in existence, looked like he wanted to be first to ride.

  But she didn’t have time. Not for flirting. Or riding. Or pleasure. Or any of those trivialities. And especially not for a man who looked like he held a PhD in trivia. There were never enough hours in the day as it was.

  There was just never enough time.

  She had a sudden hankering for her faded grey trackpants and her favourite oversized T-shirt back in her wardrobe at home in Brisbane. Or better still her baggy blue scrubs. She didn’t like being this…on display. She felt awkward.

  The heat from Valentino’s gaze radiated towards her and she slid him a mutinous back-off-buddy glance. It was one she’d perfected since Arnie had walked out on her and it usually stopped a man dead in his tracks. But Valentino just grinned and gave her a saucy wink.

  Great! Please, God, don’t let me have to dodge this Italian Neanderthal all night.

  ‘Can I have the rings, please?’

  Paige could have kissed the priest as Alessandro’s best man was given a job to do other than look at her. Unfortunately, though, his actions commanded the attention of the entire female population of the church, including her, and Paige found herself drinking in the way his exquisite suit pulled across broad shoulders and how the fine wool of his trousers outlined powerful quads and one very fine backside.

  Very, very fine.

  He glanced at her as he stepped back into his place and his espresso eyes told her he knew exactly where hers had been. A smile touched his lips, beautiful lips that could have been carved by one of the masters. Except they were warm and vital.

  Desirable. Kissable.

  There was a frankness in his gaze that stopped the breath in her lungs. She searched for something more, beyond the promise of tonight. Something deeper. A connection. Something that told her he was interested in more than getting her between his sheets. But all she found was heat and sex and lust.

  Totally superficial. Like the man.

  Another flashy male. All sparkle, no substance.

  Still, her heart skipped a beat and she sucked in a ragged breath.

  Paige hit the ‘send’ button and placed her mobile on the table, drumming her fingers. Her gaze returned, yet again, to Valentino as he worked the room. She tried to ignore him and her steadily growing irritation as women almost swooned at his feet but the rich sound of his easy, frequent laughter made it impossible. It reached out from across the room as if he had physically caressed her, drawing her attention like a moth to flame.

  Valentino Lombardi was not a man you could ignore. With his killer dimples, boyishly curly hair and Italian playboy charm, he was pure vice.

  Paige’s phone vibrated and she reached for it, her pulse spiking.

  McKenzie fine. Sleeping well. Stop worrying.

  Paige’s fingers flew over the keypad. Apnoea mat on?

  Alessandro laughed again and Paige drank the sight of him in as she pressed ‘send’. He threw his head back, giving the belly laugh its full freedom, and her g
aze followed the bronzed length of his exposed neck peppered with dark stubble.

  Another vibration dragged her eyes back to the table. Yes. Go and dance for crying out loud!

  Paige smiled despite the gnawing, ever-present worry. She could almost hear her mother saying the words. But she’d never had a night away from her daughter. Frankly she didn’t know what to do with herself.

  Don’t think I’ll stay the night. If I leave after cake can be home by midnight. ‘Send’.

  Paige checked her watch, doing a quick calculation in her head. Yep. She could definitely make it home by then.

  ‘Everything okay?’

  Paige glanced up into the bride’s face. Nat had fresh bluebells threaded into her blonde locks, which brought out the colour of her eyes and matched the crystal beading decorating the neckline of her ivory gown. Alessandro’s hand rested possessively on her shoulder and Paige felt a sudden yearning she couldn’t explain.

  Why? She’d been where they were. Had the divorce to prove it. She certainly had no desire to do it again.

  She smiled at her friend. ‘Just telling Mum I might not stay the night.’

  ‘Paige? No.’ Nat grabbed her hand. ‘Your parents have booked and paid for it. Including breakfast. Your mother would skin me alive if I let you leave.’ Nat squeezed Paige’s hand. ‘It’s just one night. Don’t you think it’s time you enjoyed a well-deserved break?’

  Paige shied away from the earnestness of her friend’s expression. Everyone said that to her—you need a break, Paige. But she was a mother first and foremost and McKenzie needed her. That’s just the way it was. Nat would understand one day too.

  The phone vibrated and Paige grabbed it, relieved to break eye contact with the bride. She opened the message and read it three times, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. She held it up to Nat.

  Don’t. You. Dare.

  Nat grinned. ‘Have I mentioned how much I like your mother?’

  Paige rolled her eyes. ‘Okay, okay. I’ll stay.’

  ‘Good.’ Nat squeezed her hand. ‘The speeches are about to start.’

  A deep laugh floated towards them and Nat looked across to where Valentino was chatting with some nurses from their work. ‘You should take a page out of Val’s book. He’s certainly having a good time.’

  Paige felt her gaze drawing to him again. ‘Isn’t he just,’ she said dryly.

  Nat sighed. ‘I tell you, if I wasn’t utterly besotted with Alessandro and was up for a brief fling, I’d be over there too.’

  ‘Hmm,’ Paige murmured noncommittally.

  ‘Do you know he used to date Adrianna de Luca?’

  Paige gave her friend a mystified look. ‘Who?’

  Nat rolled her eyes. ‘One of Italy’s top catwalk models.’

  Of course he did. ‘Fancy that.’

  ‘They were in all the magazines last year.’

  Paige hadn’t read a magazine in for ever. Or a book. Sunday newspapers were about her limit. ‘Of course they were.’ Her voice dripped with derision.

  Nat regarded her friend seriously. ‘Not all men are like Arnie, Paige.’ She looked up as Valentino laughed again and poked her elbow into Paige’s ribs. ‘Come on, you have to admit, he’s a bit of a spunk.’

  ‘I hope you’re talking about me, il mio tesoro,’ Alessandro interrupted, nuzzling his new wife’s neck.

  ‘But of course.’ Nat smiled, turning to Alessandro, her lips poised to meet his as he lowered his head.

  Paige felt a tug at her dress and was grateful for a reason to avoid the blissful clinch she knew was happening beside her. She looked down to see, Juliano, Alessandro’s four year old son.

  ‘Where’s McKenzie?’

  Paige smiled at the boy. ‘Juliano, you look magnificent!’ He was dressed in a mini-tux and was the spitting image of his father.

  With the boyishness and dimples of his father’s cousin.

  Juliano stood a little higher. ‘Nat says I’m handsome.’

  ‘Nat is one hundred per cent right.’

  Juliano beamed. ‘Is McKenzie sick?’

  Paige shook her head, saddened that it was such a natural conclusion for Juliano to jump to. ‘No. She’s at home with her grandparents.’

  Juliano’s face fell. ‘I wanted to ask her to dance.’

  Paige’s heart just about melted and she pulled Juliano in for a big hug. ‘You are so sweet. I see you have your father’s charm.’ She glanced at Alessandro, who winked at her. ‘Another time, huh?’

  Nat had wanted McKenzie to be her flower girl but Paige had declined. The truth was, crowds made Paige very nervous for her daughter. As an ex-prem with chronic lung disease and poor immunity, every single person was a potential source of infection, a silver bullet to McKenzie’s weak defences. It just wasn’t worth the risk.

  ‘Okay.’ Juliano nodded, squirming out of her embrace. ‘See ya,’ he chirped, and ducked away, heading for the dance floor.

  Paige watched him, smiling even though her heart ached. What would she give for her daughter to be so able-bodied, so carefree? She returned her attention to her phone and replied to her mother’s text.

  Promise you’ll ring if there’s a problem.

  It took five seconds for the reply. I promise.

  Paige texted back. Anything at all. No matter how trivial. She released the message into the ether and held on fast to the phone, tension tightening her stomach muscles.

  She knew people thought she was too uptight about her daughter but what did they know? It was she who lived every day with the reality of McKenzie’s fragile health, not them. And one thing was for certain—being vigilant had kept McKenzie alive.

  With the operation only a couple of months away now, Paige was determined to keep McKenzie healthy and avoid any more delays. It had been rescheduled three times already. No more.

  The phone vibrated in her hand and Paige opened the message. I’m switching the phone off now. Go and have fun. That’s an order.

  Paige smiled. She’d obviously stretched her mother’s patience enough for one night. Thank God for her parents. She would never have got through the past few years without them.

  A tinkling of cutlery on glass cut through the low murmur and Paige turned to see Alessandro standing. She pushed all thoughts of the world outside the room aside, determined to follow her mother’s orders, and motioned for the drinks waiter.

  ‘So,’ Valentino said, topping up Paige’s half-full glass with some more champagne, ‘I believe it is a custom in your country for the best man and the bridesmaid to dance the bridal waltz together.’

  His voice was low and close to her ear and her body reacted as if he had suggested something much more risqué than a customary dance in front of a room full of people. It took all her willpower not to melt into a puddle. Not to turn her head and flirt like crazy.

  Except it seemed like a million years ago now that she’d last flirted and she was pretty sure she didn’t have a clue how to go about it. And why she would choose to do so with a man who was all glamour and sparkle, after her experience with Arnie, was beyond her.

  The bitter burn of memories was never far from reach.

  ‘That’s right,’ she said, refusing to look at him, focusing instead on the bubbles meandering to the surface of her champagne.

  ‘Eccellente. I’m looking forward to that.’

  Well, that made one of them. The thought of them dancing, his arm around her practically bare back, their bodies close, was sending her heart into fibrillation. Sitting next to him at the table, aware of his every move, every breath, their arms occasionally brushing, his deep voice resonating through tense abdominal muscles, was bad enough. Being pressed along the magnificent tuxedoed length of him? Frankly it scared the hell out of her.

  She felt gauche and unsophisticated and totally out of her depth next to his man-of-the-world, model-dating perfection.

  What if she stuffed up the steps? Or trod on his foot?

  What if she liked it too much?
r />   ‘You are worried your boyfriend will mind that we dance, yes?’

  Valentino’s comment snapped her out of the vision of her clinging to him like some sort of groupie as he pressed kisses down her neck. She glanced at him, startled.

  A big mistake.

  Thus far she’d managed not to look at him this close up. And now she knew why. This near, he was simply dazzling. Gorgeous hair the colour of midnight waved in haphazard glory, thick and lustrous with not a hint of grey. It brushed his forehead and collar and Paige finally understood the itch some women talked about to run their fingers through a man’s hair.

  Jet-black eyebrows quirked at her as her gaze widened to take in his square jaw line, heavy with five-o’clock shadow. His full lips curved upward and were bracketed by dimples that should be outlawed on anyone over five. His eyes, dark like a shot of the best Italian espresso, were fringed by long black lashes and promised fun and flirting.

  A buzz coursed through her veins at the fifteen different kinds of sin she could see in them.

  Valentino smiled at the little frown that knitted Paige’s caramel brows together and crinkled her forehead. She was a most intriguing woman. Her grey eyes were huge in her angular face dominated by prominent cheekbones and a wide mouth.

  She wore no eye make-up to enhance them, she didn’t need to. They drew the gaze regardless. Her strawberry-blonde hair had been severely styled into a pixie cut that feathered over her forehead and would have looked boyish on anyone else but only seemed to enhance the hugeness of her eyes and the vulnerability he saw there.

  She was no beauty. She certainly wasn’t his usual type. He liked them curvy. Everywhere. Not rail thin like Paige. And confident. Women who were secure in their sexuality, who smiled and flirted and enjoyed life. Women who knew the score.