lifeâs most blessed gifts.
âYou have a right to your opinion, Vanessa. Just like I have a right to live my life the way I see fit.â
She cast him a pained look, then turned her back to him and walked a few steps away as though sheâd just seen him for the first time and didnât like what she was seeing.
Well, that was okay, Conall thought. What his secretary thought about him didnât matter. It wasnât as if they were romantically linked, or even close friends.
He looked down at the baby in his arms and felt something raw and sweet swell in his chest. Vanessa would no doubt provide the twins with love. But they needed a father. And at some point in the future she would probably provide them with one. Then her family circle would be complete and that was only right.
Yet strangely, the idea left Conall with a regretful ache.
Chapter Three
L ater that evening, long after their visit to the orphanage had ended, Vanessa sat in a quiet courtyard behind their villa-style hotel, and tried to relax from the hectic pace of the day. Along with the busy schedule of flying, meeting with lawyers and visiting the babies, her cell phone had rung continually all afternoon. Most of the calls were from people here in Vegas whoâd been mutual friends of her and Hope and were just now hearing about the tragedy. Vanessa appreciated their concern and interest, but she was exhausted from explaining about the twins and sharing her grief over Hopeâs death.
Finally, in desperation, sheâd left the phone in her room and walked outside to enjoy the cooling desert air. Now as she sat on an iron bench beneath a huge Joshua tree and watched darkness fall on the distant mountains, she wished she could turn off thoughts of Conall as easily as sheâd turned off the phone.
The man was an enigma. After weeks of working with him, she still didnât understand what made Conall tick or what drove him to work long, trying hours for the ranch. Clearly he was ambitious. Every morning he arrived at the office at least two hours ahead of her, which meant he went to work before daylight. And when she left in the evenings, even after working overtime herself, he remained at his desk making calls or meeting with horse-racing connections. Running the Diamond D was clearly more than a job to him. It was the entire sum of his life. Did he invest so much of himself because the ranch was family owned and operated?
She could only guess at the answer to that question. But there was no doubt that Conall was a man of striking looks with plenty of money to match. The ranch could easily afford to hire an assistant in order to free Conall from his grueling schedule. With part of his workload eased, heâd be able to travel the world and indulge in all sorts of lavish recreations, with a trail of willing women trotting behind him. Yet none of those things appeared to interest him in the least. She seriously doubted he would accept the help of an assistant, even if the person volunteered to work for free. He was a man who wanted things done his way and refused to trust just anyone to carry out his orders.
Vanessa often wondered if he was still bitter over his divorce, or perhaps he was still in love with his ex-wife and wanted her back. Maura had never mentioned the cause of her brotherâs divorce and Vanessa wasnât about to question her childhood friend about him. The hopes and dreams and feelings going on inside Conall werenât her business. Or so she kept telling herself. But ever since sheâd looked up in the orphanage and seen himstanding there with her baby son in his arms, sheâd been consumed with unexpected emotions and questions.
The fact that he didnât want or expect to ever have children had shaken her deeply. Of all the men sheâd met through the years, Conall had always seemed like a man who would love and welcome children into his life. True, he had a dark and dangerous