Lucy Gordon: Reunited with Her Italian Ex

‘Drop it,’ Mario growled.

‘All right, you don’t want to admit she had that effect on you. After all, you’re the boss. Don’t let her guess she’s got you where she wants you—even if she has.’

‘I said drop it.’

‘Steady there. Don’t get mad at me. I was only thinking that if there’s an attraction between you, we can make use of it.’

‘And you’re mistaken. There’s no attraction between us.’

‘Pity. That could have been fun.’

* * *

Slowly, Natasha felt life returning to her as she ended the call from Giorgio.

‘Nine-fifteen!’ she gasped in horror. ‘I was supposed to be downstairs at nine. Oh, I should never have taken those sleeping pills.’

The pills had plunged her into a deep slumber, which she’d needed to silence her desperate thoughts of Mario. But at the end he’d invaded her sleep, his face close to hers, regarding her with an almost fierce intensity. But he wasn’t there. It had been a dream.

‘I just can’t get away from him,’ she whispered. ‘Will I ever?’

She showered in cold water, relishing the feeling of coming back to life. Dressing was a simple matter of putting on tailored trousers and a smart blazer and fixing her hair back tightly. Then she was ready to go.

She found Giorgio and Mario downstairs at the table.

‘I’m so sorry,’ she said. ‘I didn’t mean to be late but I was more tired than I realised.’

‘That’s understandable,’ Giorgio said gallantly.

Mario threw him a cynical look but said nothing.

‘Where’s that waiter?’ Giorgio asked, frowning. ‘I’ll find him and he can bring you breakfast.’

He vanished.

‘I’m glad Giorgio’s gone,’ she said. ‘It gives us a chance to talk honestly. Last night you stopped me getting out of my chair, and told me to stay. But is that really what you want? Wouldn’t you be better off without me?’

‘If I thought that I’d have said so,’ he retorted.

‘But think of it, day after day, trying not to get annoyed with each other, pretending to like each other. Surely you don’t want that? I’m giving you the chance to get rid of me, Mario.’

‘What about you? Do you want to make a run for it?’

‘I can cope.’

‘But you think I can’t. Thanks for the vote of confidence. We’re business professionals and on that basis it can work.’

‘You’re right,’ she said. ‘Shake.’

‘Shake.’ He took her extended hand. ‘Perhaps I should warn you that Giorgio has some rather fancy ideas about you. He thinks you had a lover in your room last night and that’s why you overslept.’

‘ What? I’d taken some herbal pills to get to sleep after a strenuous day. A lover? I’d only been here five minutes.’

‘Giorgio sees you as the kind of woman who can attract men as fast as that.’

‘Cheek!’

‘In his eyes it’s a compliment.’

She scowled for a moment, then laughed. ‘I guess I’ll learn to put up with him.’

Giorgio reappeared with her breakfast.

‘Eat up and we’ll get to work,’ he said. ‘I’ll get you a map of Verona.’

‘I’ve got one,’ she said, drawing it from her bag. ‘I bought it at the airport so that I would be ready. The more you plan, the simpler life is.’

‘True,’ Mario murmured, ‘but there are some things that can never be planned.’

‘And you can’t always anticipate what they might be,’ she agreed. ‘You can try, but—’ She shrugged.

‘But they always take you by surprise,’ he murmured.

‘Not always. Just sometimes. It’s best to be ready.’

Giorgio looked from one to the other as if his alarm bells had sounded again.

‘It’s time we were making plans,’ he said. ‘I’ve called the others in the group, and they’re dying to meet you. We’re all invited to dinner tonight at the Albergo Splendido.’ He beamed at Natasha. ‘It’ll be your big night.’

‘Then I’d better prepare for it,’ she said. ‘I’ll look around Verona today so that I can sound knowledgeable at the dinner. Otherwise they’ll think I’m an amateur.’

‘Good thinking,’ Giorgio said. ‘I’ll escort you, and we’ll have a great time.’

‘Now, here—’ Natasha pointed to a street on the map ‘—this is the Via Capello, where I can visit Juliet’s house. I’d like to go there first, then the house where the Montagues lived. Finally, I’d like to see the tomb. Then I can work out my plans.’

‘We’ll leave as soon as you’ve finished breakfast,’ Mario told her.

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