Description : Dante:Claiming His Secret Love-Child
He was rich, powerful and as ruggedly good-looking as a man could hope to be. He worked hard, played hard, and on those rare nights he went to bed alone, he slept soundly until morning.
But not tonight.
Tonight he was dreaming.
In his dream he walked slowly along a narrow road. It led to a house. He could hardly see it because of the heavy mist that hung over everything, but it was there.
His footsteps slowed.
It was the last place on earth he wanted to be. A house in the suburbs. A station wagon in the driveway. A dog. A cat. Two-point-five kids.
And a wife. One woman, the same woman, forever…
Dante sprang up in bed, gasping for air. A shudder racked his big, leanly muscled body. He slept , kept the windows open even now, in early autumn. Still, his skin was slick with sweat.
A dream. That’s all it was. A nightmare.
The oysters last night, maybe. Or that brandy right before bedtime. Or…he shuddered again. Or just another resurfacing of that long-ago memory of what had happened when he was just eighteen, stupid and in love.
In what he’d thought was love.
He’d gone steady with Teresa D’Angelo for three months before he’d so much as touched her. When he finally did, one touch led to another and another and another….
Christmas Eve, he’d given her a gold locket.
She’d given him news that almost brought him to his knees.