own parents. It would certainly make life easier for many children growing up.'
Her eyes came back to his. 'I guess so...but it's a parent's responsibility to be the adult in the relationship once children come along. Children don't ask to be born. They deserve to be loved no matter what.'
'That is one of the reasons I do not want to have children,' he said. 'It is too risky. How can I guarantee I will even like the child, let alone love it?'
Emma felt an inexplicable pang deep inside at his words. 'I'm sure you would love your own flesh and blood,' she said. 'One of the few benefits of coming from a difficult background is recognising the pitfalls to avoid when you become a parent yourself. You wouldn't make the same mistakes your father made, I'm sure of it.'
His smile was a little crooked. 'No, but I would probably make new ones,' he said. 'Then in thirty-odd years I would have a son or daughter who hated my guts. No way am I going to put my head in that particular noose. I am staying out of the parent trap.'
'But what if it were to happen?' Emma asked, still frowning slightly. 'What if one of your mistresses got pregnant by accident?'
The line of his mouth tightened a fraction. 'Firstly I would find it a little hard to believe it was an accident,' he said. 'I always take precautions and so do my sexual partners. In fact I insist on it.'
'Precautions can fail,' she pointed out. 'My sister Simone fell pregnant while on the pill. She was only nineteen at the time. If that happened to one of your partners would you expect her to have a termination?'
'I realise that is a decision best left to the woman concerned,' he said. 'An unwanted pregnancy is devastating to many women. I would not insist on her going through with it unless she was convinced it was the only option for her.'
'Wouldn't you want to be involved in its upbringing?' Emma asked.
He drew in a breath and reached for his glass once more. 'I am not sure a child should be in regular contact with a reluctant father. Children are not stupid. They work out pretty quickly who is genuine and who is not.'
Emma frowned at him. 'But don't all children deserve to have contact with both of their parents if at all possible?' she asked.
'In an ideal world, yes,' he said. 'But it is hard for men these days. It seems to me we are damned if we do and damned if we do not. We are called selfish for not wanting to procreate, and then if we do agree to father a child we are the worst in the world for not contributing enough in terms of housework or child care, even though we might be working every hour God sends to keep food on the table.'
'I hadn't really thought about it from that angle,' she confessed. 'But I still want to have a family. I just have to find a man who wants the same thing.'
'You have got plenty of time yet,' Rafaele said. 'Why not have a bit of fun while you still can?'
She gave him a guarded glance. 'I hope you're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting.'
He reached across the table and picked up her left hand, the pad of his thumb stroking over the backs of her fingers. 'What about it, Emma?' he asked. 'Want to have some fun with me before we call it quits?'
'I'm not sure it would be all that much fun for me,' she said with a haughty little glare.
He brought her hand to his mouth, the slight rasp of his skin against her fingers making her stomach fold over. 'I would make sure it was fun for you, poco moglie di miniera,' he said, and translated in a low sexy drawl, 'little wife of mine.'
She tried to pull out of his hold, but his fingers around hers subtly tightened. 'You're only doing this because you see me as a novelty. It's because I won't fall at your feet just like every other poor deluded woman out there, isn't it?'
The movement of his lips as he gave her a wry smile grazed her bent knuckles, sending another ripple of awareness through her body from her breasts to her thighs. 'I admit you are becoming a bit of a challenge to me,' he said. 'I have not had to work so hard at