Revelations of the Night Before. Lynn Harris Raye

you, Giuseppe. He lived life as he wanted to, sì? He died as he lived, and I am sure he is at peace.”

      Giuseppe’s old eyes were suspiciously watery. “Sì, sì.”

      A couple of staff members came forward to collect the luggage as Nico threaded his fingers into Valentina’s and brought her to his side. She didn’t resist, though he could feel her stiffening as her soft body came into contact with his.

      “This is Signorina D’Angeli,” Nico said. “She will be staying with us for a while.”

      Giuseppe didn’t betray by word or expression that he understood the significance of Valentina’s name, but Nico didn’t doubt for a moment that the older man did. Giuseppe followed the motorcycle Grand Prix circuit and would certainly know the famous name. He would never ask questions, however.

      “Signorina,” he said, bowing over her hand in a courtly gesture. “Welcome to Castello di Casari.”

      “Thank you,” Valentina replied without a trace of the stiffness that Nico could feel in her. He had to admire her ability to appear as if she actually wanted to be here. Giuseppe was none the wiser as she smiled at him graciously.

      “We will need a meal in an hour or so,” Nico said. “Can you do this, Giuseppe?”

      The man dragged his attention back to Nico with some reluctance. “Sì, my lord. The chef has been busy since we received the news of your impending arrival.”

      “Excellent. Please have it served on the terrazzo.”

      “Sì, my lord.”

      With another smile at Valentina, Giuseppe went off to oversee the staff. Nico still had her hand captured in his, and he led her across the gray helipad and down the stairs to a door, which was a side entrance to the castle.

      “I’m sorry about your father,” she said as they entered the modern glass-and-chrome room that his father had built as a waiting room for the helicopter. “I should have said that earlier.”