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to Trudy’s pregnancy, along with the explanation of what had prompted her to stay quiet.
    “W alked in on Marc on the phone.  Wanted to tell him I'm pregnant but wasn’t sure how he was going to take it.  Couldn’t believe what he was saying...it was like a warning from on high.  He was telling someone that he would keep his baby and that his lawyers would make sure he did.  He was so angry.  I left before he saw me.  Our relationship is on the rocks, if I tell him about the baby he and his lawyers will take it from me.  He can’t ever know”
    Kelly had frowned.  Would Marc De Santo have really taken Max off Trudy?  Her cousin had not been the strongest person in the world, and it was clear that Marc was, but would he really have taken her child.  Kelly had bitten her lip as she realised that in many ways Trudy’s worst nightmare was actually coming true, only it was Kelly who was the one losing her son.  She had no illusions that if she had not agreed to come with Max that day, then he would have set his lawyers on her and she would never have seen his lovely little face again, finding herself trembling at the thought, wondering for how long she would be able to stay with Max.  He had said for as long as she wanted, but he would eventually become bored with having her around and then would look for ways of “encouraging” her to leave.  Also she had her own life to lead, as she had given a short derisive laugh, realising that the decision to go had not been a very hard one precisely because she did not have a life to leave.  With sad eyes she had looked up at the picture on the mantle, knowing that since Danny’s death she had been living her life in limbo, with only Max filling the days with joy, realising also that she needed him and would do anything to stay in his life
    The following week had passed in a daze.  Marc had organised for her flat to be let and he had ensured that they had all of the correct documentation they would need to fly to Spain, insisting that she be given a clothing allowance for Max to buy him all new clothes for his move.  He had smiled, but his eyes had been determined as Kelly had tried to assure him that she could afford to buy his clothes, quickly realising that it was another way Marc was letting her know that he was responsible for Max now as she had been forced to give in.
    He had also visited every day to see his son, something which had caused consternation for Kelly, who was finding herself ever more drawn to his masculinity, with her body responding jumpily every time he came close.  She would scold herself that this was Marc De Santo, a man who collected woman as others men collected ties; however she couldn’t seem to stop her bodies reaction to his.  As the days had gone by, Max had begun to look forward to the visits from Marc, who had showered affection, love and horseplay on him.  She would often find herself laughing as he would swing the tot around while the small boy giggled in a way that had them both in stitches too.  When she would open the door to Marc he would call out for his son, who would come crawling at speed at the sound of his voice.  Kelly had watched as each day the bond between the two had grown, a knot in her stomach turning.
    One week from the meeting in which he had come to the flat so early in the morning, a large luxurious car had arrived to pick them and their multitude of luggage from the flat.  It had taken them to a private air field in which Marc’s small jet waited for them on the runway.  Kelly had not known if Marc would be joining them on the flight and therefore when she had seen his tall lean frame standing beside the plane, talking intently to the captain, her heart had performed a somersault.
    He had welcomed them and helped ensure that all their belongings were stowed away safely, before ensuring that Max’s car seat was firmly secured to one of the many plush chairs.  Kelly had looked around the plane with