Page 4 of The Maid Married To The Billionaire

Enzo filtered the car off the road and down a driveway lined with tall laurel hedges.

Her jaw dropped when she saw the big Victorian house with the spectacular tower attached to one end. ‘Thisis where you live?’ she queried.

‘As of this evening, yes,’ Enzo confirmed without enthusiasm. ‘Paola is already here. I suppose we’ll have to bring the kids and the dog indoors too.’

‘Yes. You wouldn’t want to see what Brodie could get up to left in a car by himself.’

His head of security awaited them in the front porch. Her eyes widened into a fixed stare when she saw Enzo with Brodie in his arms. The toddler was grizzling and cross and wriggling like a snake in a sack.

‘Let’s get inside first,’ he suggested as Paola led the way into the gracious hall.

‘I’ll check Skye over in the sitting room,’ Paola announced, her first-aid bag firmly gripped in her hand. ‘Are you able to look after the children?’

Brodie sobbed into his shoulder and tried to struggle free. ‘I’ll manage,’ Enzo intoned with determination.

As he set the toddler down on his own feet rather than risk dropping him, Skye handed him the baby. ‘Try not to wake her up,’ she advised.

Enzo walked into the kitchen and sat down, heaving a sigh. Rescuing women was exhausting and frustrating and he lacked the appropriate skill set required for tending to children, but he knew that he still would have helped Skye even had he known that she had children and a dog in the car with her.

‘Who you?’ Brodie demanded tearfully, stopping dead in front of Enzo, stretching up, striving to look bigger than he was.

‘I’m Enzo.’

‘I’m hungry,’ Brodie announced. ‘And I have to go potty.’

Enzo almost groaned out loud, suddenly grateful that he had noticed where the downstairs cloakroom was and leading the little boy there.

‘I need help,’ Brodie told him.

Clutching the baby under one arm and thinking that it was really a remarkably accommodating baby, Enzo crouched down to help Brodie with his clothes. That accomplished, he turned on the tap for the toddler to wash his hands. He couldn’t believe what a production it was to take care of so simple a task.

‘The boss doesn’t know anything about children.’ Paola was chuckling as she attended to Skye in the elegant drawing room. ‘It’ll be an education for him.’

‘He’s been very kind to us,’ Syke said ruefully. ‘But when he saw the kids and the dog I think he was tempted to run. Don’t tell him I said that but his face was a study. Is he single?’

‘Very much so, not the settling-down type,’ the older woman confirmed calmly. ‘I think your ribs are bruised rather than cracked so you’ll just have to nurse them along until they heal. Your throat, try not to talk too much and rest it. That’s more serious and I still think you should have let the boss take you to hospital.’

‘The nearest hospital is miles away and the children have gone through enough tonight.’

‘You need to go to the police and report the assault.’

Skye looked away uncomfortably. ‘Ican’t.’

‘Why not? He might do this again and you might not survive the next time.’

Skye paled and winced. ‘He’s in the police. How could I report him where he works? They might not even believe me and he’s bound to have friends there and then he would find out where I am. I think he has a tracker app on my phone.’

Paola studied her, appalled. ‘He’s a policeman? Youstillhave to report him. As for the app, give me your phone now and I’ll check it. If there’s an app, I’ll remove it.’

Skye walked back out into the hall and saw Enzo with Brodie at his feet and a still slumbering Shona draped over one broad shoulder. She hovered uncomfortably while Paola took her leave and departed through the front door, having returned her phone to her.

‘I should get going as well,’ Skye remarked.

‘That would be crazy this late at night when I have at least six bedrooms empty here,’ Enzo contended. ‘Pick your own rooms upstairs.’

Skye winced. ‘That’s very generous of youbut—’

Enzo surveyed her lazily. Without the bruising and swelling that marred her delicate features, he surmised, she would be very pretty. ‘No, I’m being practical and you need to try and see the bigger picture here. You and the children aresafeunder this roof. I have twenty-four-seven security. You can also lock yourself into your room. You will not be disturbed, I assure you. You are totally free to leave the house any time you wish.’

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