Bianca was dozing on the large couch, her baby on her chest. Feeding him had become a joyful experience, and she loved the feel of his toothless little gums on her nipples, suckling greedily.

Stroking baby Cian’s head of soft brown hair, she mused silently, that her son looked more like Finn St Just than O’Grady. Not that she had the heart to tell him. Liam O’Grady was like a man who had conquered the world and just about every waking moment was spent crooning, kissing and ...