Tina gripped the edges of her seat and willed herself to be calm. “You can’t force me to stay,” she said, her voice brittle to her own ears.
Nico leaned back and spread his hands to encompass their surroundings. “Can I not? We are on an island. The only way on or off is by helicopter or boat—and I control both of those things.”
Her stomach plummeted through the stone floor of the terrazzo even as a chill shuddered through her. “You’re being purposely contrary. My brother will come looking for me. You can’t prevent that.”
Nico took a leisurely sip of wine, studying her through lowered lids. She endured the scrutiny, though he reminded her once more of a great cat toying with its prey. She sat very still, waiting for him to spring, knowing she was caught even before he did so.
All she could do was wait and see what manner the attack took.
“No,” he said finally, “I can’t stop Renzo from looking for you. But even he cannot separate a man and his wife.”
About the Author
LYNN RAYE HARRIS read her first Mills & Boon® romance when her grandmother carted home a box from a yard sale. She didn’t know she wanted to be a writer then, but she definitely knew she wanted to marry a sheikh or a prince and live the glamorous life she read about in the pages. Instead, she married a military man and moved around the world. These days she makes her home in North Alabama, with her handsome husband and two crazy cats. Writing for Harlequin Mills & Boon is a dream come true. You can visit her at www.lynnrayeharris.com
Recent titles by this same author:
UNNOTICED AND UNTOUCHED
MARRIAGE BEHIND THE FAÇADE CAPTIVE BUT FORBIDDEN STRANGERS IN THE DESERT
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Revelations
of the Night Before
Lynn Raye Harris
For Beverly Barton.
You left us too soon, and we all miss you tremendously. Thank you for your kindness, your encouragement and your enthusiasm. You were what a true Southern lady should be. Now that you’ve arrived, I’m sure Heaven is breaking out the cloth napkins and good china daily.
CHAPTER ONE
SHE could not possibly be pregnant. Valentina D’Angeli’s fingers shook as she studied the test stick, the blue line very clearly trying to tell her she was indeed expecting a baby.
It was too crazy to be believed, and yet …
A chill slid down her spine. The night of the masquerade ball had been the wildest she’d ever experienced; the one night where she’d determined to let down her hair and be the person she’d never been able to be. The free spirit who could sleep with a man and leave him in the morning without a shred of remorse.
For one night, she’d planned to be bold and seductive. She would experience passion and conquer her shyness once and for all. She would be like other women her age—sophisticated, experienced and utterly in control.
Tina set the test stick down and opened another. Surely the first had been damaged somehow. The second would give her the correct answer.
That night had been a good idea in theory, yet even with the anonymity of the mask, she’d been unable to let herself go to the extent her best friend, Lucia, had decided she should.
“You need to get laid, Tina,” Lucia had said.
Tina had blushed and stammered and said yes, of course she needed to—she was tired of being a twenty-four-year-old virgin—but she’d not truly thought it would happen. She’d tried to flirt and dance and be free, but when her partner had pulled her close, his breath smelling faintly of garlic and mint combined, she’d known she couldn’t do it. She’d pushed away from him and run from the palazzo, out onto the dock where it had been quieter and cooler, and gulped in the Venetian night air like a balm.
And that’s when he’d appeared. Not the man she’d run from, but the man she would give herself to before the night was over. He’d been tall, suave, dressed in black velvet and wearing a silk mask over his eyes.
He’d been utterly mesmerizing, and she’d fallen under his spell with far more ease than she’d ever expected. He’d made love to her so tenderly, so perfectly, that she’d wept with the beauty of it.
And with the loneliness of it.
“No names,” he’d whispered in her ear. “No faces.”
She’d agreed, because that was what had made it magical—and yet, once it was over, she’d wanted to know him. She’d felt bereft with the idea she never would.
Tina swallowed the fear that rose from the pit of her stomach and grabbed her by the throat. Sometimes, not knowing was the best thing. She wished to God she still didn’t know.
But as the light from the full moon had slid between the curtains and illuminated the sleeping form of the man beside her, she’d dared to slide the silk mask from his eyes. Her breath stopped in her chest just remembering that moment.
He hadn’t awakened, even when she’d gasped. Even when she’d scrambled from the bed and stood there in the quiet, elegant bedroom of the hotel he’d taken her to. Her heart had turned over, her stomach flipping inside out.
Of all the men in the world.
She’d reacted blindly then. She’d yanked on her clothes as silently as she could—and then she’d fled like the coward she was.
“Right,” she said to herself as she waited for the new test stick to negate the first one. The universe was simply playing a huge joke on her, punishing her for that night of wanton behavior with a man she should not have known at all. What kind of woman gave herself to a man she didn’t even know?
But you do know him. You’ve always known him. Always wanted him.
Tina chewed her lip, her heart beating erratically as the seconds ticked by.
And then the answer came, as clear and soul shattering as the first.
Pregnant.
“There is a woman, my lord,” the man said apologetically.
Niccolo Gavretti, the marchese di Casari, turned from where he’d been gazing out the window of the exclusive Roman hotel’s restaurant and fixed the maître d’ with an even look.
There was always a woman. Women were his favorite hobby—when they weren’t demanding more than he was willing to give or thinking that because he’d slept with them, he owed them something more.
No, he loved women—but on his terms.
“Where is this woman then,” he asked almost wearily.
“She refuses to come inside, my lord.” His tone said that he did not approve.
Nico waived a hand dismissively. “Then she is not my problem.”
The maître d’ bowed. “As you wish, my lord.”
Nico turned back to his paper. He’d come here this morning for a business breakfast with an associate, but he’d stayed to drink coffee and read the paper once the meeting was over. He’d not expected a woman to accost him, but then he was hardly surprised, either. A determined woman was often a force to be reckoned with.
Sometimes the results were quite pleasurable and interesting.