‘I’d imagine so,’ Marc told her. ‘I don’t know.’

‘Does anyone know?’ She rose then, standing to her full five feet six inches and glaring at the pair of them. She held the baby against her as if she was prepared to battle the world on his behalf. ‘Does anyone know anything about how my nephew has been cared for? He’s obviously been fed and clothed. Has anything else been done?’

‘I…’

‘Anything at all?’ Tammy’s rage was threatening to overwhelm her. ‘Have you ever seen anyone give this little boy a hug? Has anyone ever played peek-a-boo with him? Has anyone loved him?’

Marc bit his lip. He was on the back foot here, and he knew it. ‘He’ll be looked after when he gets home.’

‘No,’ she snapped. ‘Or at least not by you he won’t. Nor any of your nannies-even if you have nannies by the thousand. If Lara’s named me legal guardian then I can only be thankful. Henry’s at home right now. He’s staying in Australia and he’s staying with me. Thank you very much for bringing his situation to my attention, Prince Whatever-Your-Name-Is, but I don’t think we need trouble you further. If I can just collect his things, I’ll take him now.’

‘But-’

‘I’m his legal guardian. The rest of you can go to hell!’

CHAPTER THREE

SHE wasn’t budging.

Tammy didn’t release the child for a moment, almost as if she feared if she put him down Marc would snatch him from her. She held him tight and moved around the room, collecting anything that looked like his and tossing it into a heap on the armchair.

‘Can we talk about this?’ Marc demanded and Tammy shook her head.

‘There’s nothing to talk about.’

‘You can’t take him.’

‘Watch me.’

‘You can’t afford to keep him.’