“Your yacht?” she asked.

“No, I told my assistant to find a house for us. If we don’t like it, we can choose something else,” he said. “Feel free to call her with any questions when I’m not available. I’ll give you her contact info. I’ve arranged to have some of my staff from the yacht transfer to the house for convenience’s sake. The chef can prepare anything-from sushi to gourmet French and Italian food.”

“But can he make a grilled-cheese sandwich?” she couldn’t resist asking.

He paused a half beat and shot her a ghost of a smile. “Very good,” he said. “We can work on the legal transfer of his guardianship in the next couple of-”

She felt her heart plunge to her feet. “Excuse me? Legal transfer?” She balled her fingers into tight fists.

He nodded as he studied her. “Of course,” he said. “It has to be done sometime. There’s no need to wait. I’m Joel’s father. I will have custody.”

She swallowed over the lump in her throat. “My understanding is that the court may want to appoint someone to aid in the transition,” she said.

“That will be you,” he said. “It would be stupid for it to be anyone else. You know Joel best. There’s no need to traumatize him.”

She felt a sliver of relief. “Okay. There will also be visits from social services.”

Irritation crossed his features. “It’s just a formality.”

“They’ll want to make sure you’re a fit parent.”

He narrowed his eyes. “My personal experience with social services is that they are too overworked to spend much time on cases where a biological parent is able and willing to care for his child.”

She lifted her finger to her lips when he raised his voice and glanced over her shoulder to check on Joel. His little face was still pressed against the window. “I didn’t make the rules.”

“I’m his biological father. That should be more than enough.”

“Technically, you’re still an unproven quantity when it comes to parenting. Social services will want to make sure you’re taking care of him properly.”

She could tell he was offended that anyone would dare question his right to parent Joel. He scowled. “I don’t expect any interference.”

While Rafe talked on his cell phone, the chauffeur drove the limo down a driveway lined with palm trees and bougainvillea to a large mansion with white columns on either side of the front door. It was huge even compared with the standards of Nicole’s upbringing.

As the limo pulled to a stop, Rafe turned off his cell phone. His gaze met hers and she felt an odd sensation in her stomach. Hunger, it had to be hunger.

A half smile lifted his lips. “So, what do you think of it?” he asked, lifting one of his hands in the direction of the house. “It has a pool, tennis courts, several whirlpools, big backyard for Joel…”

“Is this where you live?” Joel asked, his eyes rounded.

“Where we live,” Rafe corrected.

The chauffeur opened the door to help Nicole out of the car. Rafe slid his hand to her back, and ushered her up the steps. Nicole felt a rush of discordant feelings. Could Joel be happy in this huge mansion? How would she ever be able to leave him here? “It’s definitely different than our home in Atlanta.”

“I wanted a place when you and Joel would be comfortable.”

She felt a trickle of relief that he’d included her in the offhand explanation, but knew she couldn’t count on that. “There will have to be strict rules about the pool,” she said, her mind moving to safety concerns. “Perhaps even some kind of alarm system. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to him,” she said.

“Good point,” he said. “I’ll get Maddie to take care of that right away.”

“Maddie?”

“My assistant. Here she is,” he said, as a lovely young woman with short, sexy blond hair walked out the front door of the house toward them. She wore business capris, a stylish tank and blouse, and heels. She emanated an air of confidence.

“Hi, I’m Maddie. You must be Nicole,” she said, extending her hand. “Your resemblance to your sister is incredible. The hair color and the clothes are different, but-”

“Did you know her?” Nicole asked.

“I was working part-time for Rafe when they were involved. And little Joel is a doll,” she added. “Spitting image of Rafe.”

Joel’s hand tightened around hers. “With Tabitha’s eyes,” Nicole felt compelled to add.

“Maddie, do you mind giving Nicole the tour while I make a few calls?” Rafe asked.

Maddie gave Rafe a blinding smile. “Not at all. I live to serve.”

Nicole wondered if there was something more than business between the two, then reminded herself that it shouldn’t matter to her.

Rafe slid his hand down Nicole’s arm, short-circuiting her thoughts.

“I’ll see you later.”

Nicole resisted the urge to rub away the effect of his touch, forcing her attention to the house.

Maddie led her and Joel into the house through a foyer with a cool marble floor. They strolled through a kitchen, dining room, two downstairs dens, a library/game room with pool table, a master bedroom downstairs, and housekeeper’s quarters. A patio and large pool stood just outside the back door. Beyond that, tennis courts and a large grassy yard.

“You must always have an adult with you before you go into the pool,” Nicole said to Joel, bending down on her knee and looking into his eyes. “Always.”

“What if you’re not here?” he asked, his gaze straying to the tempting blue water.

“Then you wait until I am here,” she said. “Promise me.”

He met her gaze. “I promise.”

Nicole brushed a kiss on his soft cheek. “Good boy.”

“There will be other people who can swim with-”

“When he’s older,” Nicole said, cutting off the cute, pert woman. “Sometimes you don’t have second chances when it comes to safety.”

Maddie shot her a slightly piqued expression. “There’s more upstairs,” Maddie muttered.

Maddie led the way past several more bedrooms and baths, along with a playroom where Joel immediately began exploring the many new toys. Even though the mansion needed more furniture before it would feel like a home, Nicole couldn’t help being impressed with how much decorating progress had already been made.

“How did you do this so quickly?” Nicole asked.

Maddie laughed. “Rafe and I have been together so long. He can give me a few sentences,” she said and snapped her fingers, “and I know exactly what he wants.”

Nicole felt the little stab of a question again about their relationship. “Where will I sleep?”

“I thought I’d put you near Joel in this wing. Rafe will take the other wing.”

“I don’t think I saw that.”

Maddie hesitated a half beat. “Oh, I guess I forgot. There’s a master bedroom on each floor. The master on this floor is all the way down the hall and to the left. It includes a gym because Rafe is very big on working out. Now about the nanny-”

“Nanny,” Nicole repeated, frowning. “I’m here-Joel won’t need a nanny.”

Maddie hesitated again. “Perhaps not in the traditional sense. But you may find you’ll need someone to take care of the driving and to give you breaks. I’ve already set up a meeting for Joel at a preschool based on what Rafe described to me.”

“I’ll need to visit before a final decision is made.”

“Of course,” Maddie said, but something about her voice bothered Nicole. She gave a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It really is remarkable how similar the two of you looked. I almost feel as if I’m looking at a ghost.”

“We were identical twins with very different personalities.”

Maddie nodded. “Rafe and Tabitha were like oil and water. I knew it wasn’t going to work from the beginning. Rafe doesn’t need a pampered heiress. He needs more of an independent type.”

Nicole felt a rush of protectiveness for her sister. “Tabitha may not have been perfect, but no one is. If it weren’t for Tabitha, we wouldn’t have Joel.”