Lucy Gordon: Rinaldo’s Inherited Bride

When she finally slipped on a white silk dress she wore only a slip and brief panties beneath, because that was the only way she felt her body could breathe.

Just as she was about to leave there was a knock on her door.

She opened it to find Rinaldo Farnese standing there.

He had removed the jacket of his smart black suit, and was holding it hooked over the shoulder of his white shirt, which had been pulled open at the throat. His hair was untidy, his face weary, and he looked as though he had discarded the strait-laced persona of the funeral with as much relief as she had discarded her coat.

‘This won’t take long,’ he said, pushing the door further open and walking into the room.

‘Hey, I didn’t invite you in,’ she protested.

‘I didn’t invite you either, but here you are,’ he responded.

‘And I’m just going out to dinner,’ she said.

At this point a gentleman would have at least offered her a drink. Rinaldo’s only response was a shrug.

‘Then I’ll be brief,’ he said.

‘Please do,’ she replied crisply.

‘First, I suppose I owe you an apology for my behaviour this afternoon.’

She gaped at him, totally taken aback. The last thing she had expected from this man was an apology.

‘After you left I spoke to Isidoro who confirmed that you’d been about to depart of your own accord, and that you too had used the word unseemly.’ He took a deep breath and spoke as though the words were jerked from him. ‘I apologise for doubting your truthfulness.’

‘I appreciate that,’ she said, ‘all the more because it half killed you to say it.’

‘I’m not known for my social skills,’ he agreed wryly.

‘I’d never have guessed.’

‘You think to disconcert me with irony? Don’t bother.’

She nodded.

‘You’re right. You don’t care enough about other people’s opinions to mind whether you have social skills or not,’ she said gravely. ‘I’m sure rudeness has its advantages, besides being less trouble.’

This time there was no doubt that she got to him. He eyed her narrowly. Alex looked straight back at him.

‘May I remind you that I only came to that reception on your brother’s invitation?’ she said. ‘It wasn’t my idea, and I certainly wouldn’t have come if I’d known what would happen. Perhaps it’s I who owe you an apology for my clumsiness.’

They regarded each other warily, neither of them in the least mollified by the other’s conciliatory words.

Despite her exasperation Alex was curious about him. After the sleek, smooth men she knew in London, meeting Rinaldo was like encountering a wild animal. The feelings that drove him were so powerful that she could almost feel them radiating from him. He was controlling them, but only just.

She thought of David, who never did anything that hadn’t been planned beforehand. She couldn’t imagine him losing control, but with Rinaldo Farnese she could imagine it only too easily.

Strangely the thought did not alarm her, but only increased her curiosity.

He began to stride impatiently about the room in a way that told her he was happier outdoors, and rooms suffocated him. Now she appreciated how tall he was, over six foot, broad-shouldered but lean. He was lithe, not graceful like his brother, but athletic, like a tightly coiled spring.

‘So now you’ve seen them all,’ he said. ‘All the vultures who are lining up to swoop. They’ve calculated that your only interest is money. Are they wrong?’

‘I-well, you’re certainly direct.’

‘I came here to know what your plans are. Is that direct enough for you?’

‘My plans are fluid at the moment. I’m waiting to see what develops.’

‘Do you fancy yourself as a farmer?’

‘No, I’m not a farmer, nor do I have any ambitions to be one.’

‘That is a wise decision. You would find us two to one against you.’

She surveyed him with her head a little on one side. ‘You don’t believe in sugar coating it, do you?’

‘No,’ he said simply, ‘there’s no point. What are your plans?’

‘To discuss the situation with you. The vultures can think what they like. You get the first chance to redeem the loan. Look, I’m not a monster. I know money can be difficult. In my own country I’m an accountant-’

‘I know,’ he said impatiently. ‘Somebody who works with money. And that’s all you care about-money.’

‘Enough!’ she said in a sudden hard voice. ‘I won’t let you speak to me like that, I’m not responsible for this situation.’

‘But you don’t mind benefiting from it?’

‘I don’t mind benefiting under Enrico’s will because that’s what he wanted. I dare say he would have left me money, but his cash was tied up in you. You’re acting as though I have no right to recover it. I’m sorry if it’s come as a shock to you, but it isn’t my fault that your father didn’t tell you.’

‘Be silent!’ The words were swift and hostile and the look he turned on her was like a dagger. ‘Do not speak of my father.’

‘All right, but don’t blame me for a situation I didn’t create.’

He was silent for a moment and she could see that she had taken him aback. After a while he said, ‘Nobody doubts your right to accept your inheritance, but I suggest that you be careful how you go about it.’

‘What you mean is that you demand that I go about it in the way that suits you,’ she replied at once.

Something that might almost have been a smile passed over his bleak face and was gone.

‘Let us say that you should consider the whole complex situation before you rush to a decision,’ he said at last. ‘Every penny the farm has is tied up until the harvest. You’ll get your money, but in instalments.’

‘That’s no use to me. I have my own plans.’

He regarded her. ‘If your plans conflict with mine, let me advise you to drop them. In the meantime, you should leave Italy.’

‘No,’ she said bluntly.

‘I strongly advise you-’

‘The answer is no.’

‘ Signorina ,’ Rinaldo said softly, ‘you do not know this country.’

‘All the more reason for remaining. I’m part Italian and this is my country too.’

‘You misunderstand. When I said “this country” I didn’t mean Italy. I meant Tuscany. You’re not in cool, civilised England now. This is a dangerous place for intruders. Those dark hills look inviting, but too often they’ve hidden brigands who recognised no law but their own.’

‘And I’ll bet they were led by someone just like you,’ she challenged him back. ‘Someone who thought he had only to speak and the world trembled. Do you see me trembling?’

‘Perhaps you would be wiser if you did.’

‘Stop trying to scare me. It won’t work. I’ll do what suits me, when it suits me. If you don’t like it-tough. After all, that’s the code you live by yourself.’

This was a shot in the dark. She barely knew him, but instinct would have told her the sort of man he was, even if his own words and attitude hadn’t made it pretty plain. He was overbearing, and he wouldn’t be too scrupulous about how he got his own way. That was her estimation of him.

The sooner he realised that, in her, he’d met his match, the better.

‘Are you suggesting that I’m a brigand, signorina ?’

‘I think you could be if you felt it necessary.’

‘And will it be necessary?’

‘You tell me. I imagine we judge the matter differently. I don’t want instalments. I need a lump sum, fairly soon. I have a once-in-a-lifetime chance, and to seize it I need money. But we can work it out. Perhaps someone else can take over the mortgage-a bank or something.’