"But you have his child. You mean that scoundrel wouldn't marry you?"

"Your brother kidnapped me and held me captive for four months. He didn't want to marry me. I gave birth to the son Philip doesn't want, but I want him and I will raise him myself. Now if you will excuse me, I'm leaving." She walked past him and down the stairs.

Paul stood watching her, wondering what the hell was going on. He couldn't believe Philip didn't want his own son. And why hadn't he married Christina Wakefield? Had his brother gone daft?

It was obvious he wouldn't get any answers from Christina. He would have to write to Philip.

* * *

Christina had been back at Wakefield Manor for a week when she received a letter from John. He told her that Kareen had agreed to marry him and that he would soon bring his new wife home.

Christina was overjoyed. She had grown to love Kareen and was truly happy that she would be her sister-in-law. She thought they might be home in time for Christmas. What a joyful holiday it would be!

Johnsy and Christina busied themselves redecorating her parents' old room for John and his new bride. Christina threw herself into the work, for she needed the exercise to firm her sagging middle. She had been disappointed when she didn't regain her figure immediately and had had to resort to wearing corsets. But she exercised constantly and hoped that she would have her shape back by the time John returned.

The time went by quickly. Christina began riding every day, which benefited both her and Johnsy. It gave Johnsy a chance to play with Philip Junior, and it let Christina get away from Tommy. He hadn't changed since her trip to Victory.She treated him coldly,but he persisted.

Christina sensed that Tommy hated her child, although he tried to hide it. Every time she left Tommy to tend Philip Junior, he became annoyed. He insisted Johnsy could care for the baby. And it infuriated Tommy that Philip Junior began to cry every time he came near him. Christina kept them apart as much as possible.

And then, two days after Christmas, John brought Kareen home. They arrived early in the morning, and Christina was still sleeping when Johnsy rushed into her room. She had only enough time to slip into her robe before John and Kareen walked in. Christina ran to them and hugged and kissed them both.

"I'm so happy for you, and so glad that you're finally homel" Christina exclaimed, tears of joy welling in her soft blue eyes.

"I'll never leave Wakefield again," John laughed, hugging Christina close to him. "I can assure you of that. But where's that nephew of mine?"

"Right in 'ere, Master John," Johnsy answered proudly, opening the door between the two rooms.

Philip Junior was wide awake, a foot in each hand, when they all gathered around the bassinet.

"Oh, he's beautiful, Christina, absolutely adorable!" Kareen exclaimed. "Can I hold him—would you mind?"

"Of course you may—Philip Junior loves to be cuddled," Christina answered.

"Philip Junior?" John lifted an eyebrow. "I had thought you would name him after our father, or his own father."

"The name just struck my fancy. I couldn't see calUng an Englishman Abu."

"Nor could I," John laughed. He grasped Philip Junior's little hand as he lay in Kareen's arms. "He's as strong as an ox. But where did he get those unusual eyes, Crissy? We have no green eyes in our family, and I've never seen an Arab with eyes like that."

"You ask such ludicrous questions, John. How would I know?"

He started to say more, but stopped when he caught Kareen's disapproving look.

"It's time for this little one to be fed. You get yourself out of 'ere, Master John," Johnsy chuckled.

John actually blushed at die thought of his sister's putting the baby to her breast. "Come downstairs when you're through, Crissy. Estelle is with us, and we can all have breakfast together."

Christina was glad to hear that Estelle had come with them. Estelle was a beautiful girl, and perhaps Tommy would be attracted to her.

Awhile later, Christina put Philip Junior down for a nap and joined the others in the dining room.

"It's so good to see you again, Estelle," Christina said, embracing the other girl. "I hope you intend to stay with us. We have more than enough room in this big house."

"For a while, but then I must visit my parents."

"Did you enjoy your journey?" Christina asked.

"Oh—it was the most wonderful time of my life!" Estelle said exuberantly.

"I'm afraid Estelle has fallen hopelessly in love with one of the passengers we sailed with—a friend of John's," Kareen said.

"He's the handsomest man I have ever laid eyes on, and I know he feels the same way about me," Estelle replied happily.

"You take too much for granted, Estelle," said Kareen. "Just because he paid you some attention doesn't mean he loves you."

"He does, tool" Estelle cried. "And we'll meet again, even if I have to go to London. I intend to marry Philip Caxton!"

They all jumped at the crash of dishes in the kitchen, and Christina knew that Johnsy had been listening to the conversation. Philip had come back, and he was in London! A wave of jealousy swept over Christina when she thought of Estelle with him on board ship.

Why had he come back? And why had he left Nura? Perhaps he had tired of her, too, and now Estelle was his new plaything. Was there no end to the women he would captivate?

"Crissy, you remember Philip Caxton, don't you?" John asked, unaware of the emotions she was fighting to control.

"You've met him, Christina?" said Estelle. "Then you must know how I—"

Johnsy came into the room, pale as a ghost, and said, Tm sorry about the dishes—they slipped. Miss Crissy, could you 'elp me to my room? I don't feel too well."

"Of course, Jobnsy," Christina answered gratefully, going to her and pretending to help her out of the room.

When they were out of hearing distance, Johnsy said, "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. You must be miserable. That scoundrel's back in England, and what are you goin' to do?"

"I'm not going to do anything, Johnsy. He won't come here, and I'm not going anywhere that I might run into him. And I am not miserable—I'm angry! That man is despicable. He has to destroy every pretty woman he meets!"

"It sounds to me like you're jealous, love," Johnsy remarked.

"I am not jealous," she scoffed. "I'm mad. I didn't blame him for what he did to me, but I should have. He has probably broken Nura's heart, and he'll do the same to Estelle. Estelle doesn't even know he's married!"

"Nor do you, Miss Crissy. You don't know for sure that 'e married that other girl. 'E may 'ave kept her as 'is mistress, as 'e did you."

"He wouldn't dare! Her family wouldn't have allowed it"

"Well, you still don't know for sure."

* * *

Tommy came for dinner that night, but he didn't pay any attention to Estelle, nor she to him. After dinner, Christina found a moment alone with John and asked him to help in dealing with Tommy. She explained that Tommy had bothered her ever since her return and she didn't know what to do.

"Can't you talk to him, John? Tell him to stop asking me to marry him?"

"But I don't see why you won't marry him, Crissy. He loves you. He would make you a very good husband. And he would be a father to your child. You can't go on living with memories, and I'm sure, in time, you could learn to love Tommy."

Christina was surprised for a moment But then she realized her brother might be right. There was no longer any reason why she shouldn't marry Tommy.

Chapter Twenty-nine

PHILIP pounded heavily on the single door. It was II opened by a dour-looking manservant. "Mr. Caxton, sir, 'tis good to see you again. Mr. Paul will be delighted."

"Where is that brother of mine?" Philip asked, handing over his greatcoat.

"In his study, Mr. Caxton. Shall I announce your arrival?"

"That won't be necessary," Philip replied, and walked down the short hallway until he came to the open door of Paul's study. "I can come another time if you are busy, little brother," Philip said mischievously.

Paul looked up from his papers and rose quickly, a bright grin on his handsome features.

"Damn, but it's good to see you again, Philip! When did you get back?" Paul came over and embraced his brother warmly.

"I only just arrived," Philip answered. He sat down in a large leather chair by the window.

"I wrote you a letter not too long ago, but apparently you sailed before it had a chance to reach you. Well, no matter—now that you're here. This calls for a drink," Paul said, walking to the small cabinet where he kept a decanter of brandy and a supply of glasses. "And congratulations are in order."

"I hardly think my coming home merits congratulations," Philip remarked dryly.

"I agree. Your coming home merely calls for a drink, but you deserve congratulations because I've seen your son, and he's a fine, healthy fellow. Looks just like you," Paul said cheerfully, handing Philip a drink.

"What the hell are you talking about, Paul? I have no son!"

"But I—I thought you knew! Isn't that why you came back to England—to find your child?" Paul asked.

"You're talking in riddles, Paul. I've already told you I don't have a son!" Philip returned. He was getting irritated.

"Then you're not going to claim him? You're just going to deny that he exists—pretend it never happened?"