“Emma!” He reached in for a kiss on the cheek and I stood very still, not wanting to give him the impression that I was happy with that. “I’m so glad you came. Come and sit down.” He showed me to the corner of the room where there were a couple of chairs and a small round table. “Let me get you a drink. What would you like?”

“Sparkling water. Thanks.”

“Of course.” He smiled. “Won’t be a minute.”

He was back shortly with a couple of glasses and a large bottle of water. He said, “I’d better stay sober for this, I think.”

In a flash I remembered the night we spent together and blushed. Without meeting his eyes I took the glass he offered me.

“How are you? How are you feeling?”

“All right,” I said warily. “Thanks.”

“Great. So I thought it would be a good idea to meet up and talk through all our options.”

Instantly I was irritated, but I stayed quiet. I didn’t know where to start.

“So.” He seemed a bit unnerved and I saw a faint sheen of perspiration on his forehead. “Do you know the due date?”

“I’m not talking to you about it until I can show you proof that Harry is the father. And then there won’t be any point in talking about it at all.”

He ignored this. “He’s not the father. I know it would be more convenient for you if he was, but he isn’t. Come on, Emma. Think of the likelihood of that. You need to get used to the idea.”

Now it was my turn to ignore what he said. Two could play at that game. “So I’m just here to say that I’ll be getting a DNA test done to reassure you . . .”

He interrupted me. “When? When will you be having the test?”

I tried to keep my face impassive. I really didn’t want him to know this. If the test showed he was the father, I needed time to decide what to do. “I don’t know yet. I’ll speak to my doctor.”

“Because you can get tested now. I’ve been online . . .”

I interrupted him. “I’ll get the test done after the baby’s born. There’s no argument about that. In the meantime I don’t want to see you. I don’t want you to hang around my house. I don’t want to go for a coffee with you or to the pub. I don’t want to be here now. I want you to leave me alone.”

“You must be joking! Everything you do—every single thing you do—is my business now.”

“What?”