Chapter 19

Her look of determination was also easily understood—Helena would not give in meekly to any demands he might choose to make concerning the child she carried.

But she would give in.

Oh, yes, Helena would give in.

Eventually.

Because it was his child as well as hers, and Bryan had no intention of giving in meekly to any demands she might choose to make concerning their child, either!

‘This is nice,’ Helena murmured as she looked around the quiet bistro Bryan had brought her to, his hand having lightly but firmly gripped her arm as he guided her well away from the tourist-busy St Mark’s Square to this small family-owned restaurant that overlooked one of the narrower canals. The owner had greeted Bryan by name before showing them to one of the tables by the open windows.

‘Eat, Helena,’ Bryan instructed as the owner deposited breadsticks on the table, along with their menus.

Helena ignored his order and instead picked up the menu to use as a shield as she shot Bryan frowning glances. He ha