Chapter 16

“At another time I’d love to hear your views on modern parenting, but…”

Camille compressed her lips and thought sarcastic rat. “I suppose you’d say it made you the man you are.”

A man perfectly suited to the brutal cut-throat world he operated in—great at work, hopeless in relationships. She knew the kind; well, not personally, obviously, but you only had to look at him to know he was not a giver, though very possibly good in bed? The uncensored maverick addition made her eyes widen in alarm.

“No, actually, I agree with you.”

“What about?” Calm down—there is no way he can know you were wondering what he was like in bed.

“It is a totally barbaric practice; I would never do that to my son.” And you told her this why, exactly?

“Your son?” Camille echoed in surprise, even as she instantly envisaged a baby with beautiful skin and hair lying in her arms, looking up at her with Theo’s eyes.

She blinked hard to banish the image. Of course he was goi