The Secret Kept From The Italian
The Italian’s ruthless vow:He will claim his one-night baby!Looking up from the table she’s serving, waitress Maisie Dobson is horrified to meet the intense gaze of Antonio Rossi, merciless billionaire and father of her child! Rejected after one mind-blowing night, Maisie kept her unexpected pregnancy a secret.Antonio’s determined to claim his daughter, but their connection reminds Maisie that she still has to protect her heart—because billionaires don’t wed waitresses…do they?
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The Italianâs ruthless vow:
He will claim his one-night baby!
Looking up from the table sheâs serving, waitress Maisie Dobson is horrified to meet the intense gaze of Antonio Rossi, merciless billionaire and father of her child! Rejected after one mind-blowing night, Maisie kept her unexpected pregnancy a secret. Antonioâs determined to claim his daughter, but their connection reminds Maisie that she still has to protect her heartâbecause billionaires donât wed waitresses...do they?
Be swept away by this passionate secret baby story!
After spending three years as a die-hard New Yorker, KATE HEWITT now lives in a small village in the English Lake District with her husband, their five children and a golden retriever. In addition to writing intensely emotional stories she loves reading, baking and playing chess with her sonâshe has yet to win against him, but she continues to try. Learn more about Kate at kate-hewitt.com.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-08726-1
THE SECRET KEPT FROM THE ITALIAN
© 2018 Kate Hewitt
Published in Great Britain 2018
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Contents
THE THIRTY-SECOND FLOOR of the office building was dark as Maisie Dobson pushed her trolley of cleaning supplies down the hallway, the squeak of the wheels the only sound in the ghostly building. After six months of night cleaning she should be used to the other-worldliness of the experience, but it still freaked her out a little. Although there were half a dozen cleaners in the building, they were all on separate floors, the rooms silent and shadowy, the lights of Manhattan glittering from the floor-to-ceiling windows.
It was two oâclock in the morning and her body ached with fatigue. She had a nine oâclock performance tutorial tomorrow, and she was likely to fall asleep in the middle of it. That had always been her dreamâmusic school, not cleaning. But one meant the other, and that was fine. Maisie was used to working hard for what she wanted.
She paused as a light gleamed from an office down the hallway. Someone had left the light on, she supposed, and yet she couldnât keep a flicker of unease from rippling through her, the little hairs on the nape of her neck prickling. No one had ever left their light on before; most of them were on automatic timers. By the time the team of cleaners arrived at eleven oâclock at night, the high-rise in Manhattanâs midtown was completely dark, everyone having gone home. Maisie pushed the trolley onward, the squeak of its wheels sounding even louder in the empty corridor, her heart beginning to thud.
