‘Where are you taking me?’
‘On a brief tour of some of the city’s highlights and then to lunch. Sound OK?’
‘Sounds fine.’
He stopped. ‘Don’t swamp me with your enthusiasm, Emily.’
‘No, that sounds great.’
‘Have you seen Casa de Giulietta?’
‘Yes.’ Supposedly Juliet’s balcony from Romeo and Juliet—aside from the fact that that story was fiction.
‘Of course you have. Did you leave a message?’
‘No.’ People left love notes and prayers on the wall.
‘No lover to leave a message for?’
How many times was he going to ask her that one? ‘Actually I’m not a fan of graffiti.’ She sidestepped with a grin and then narrowed her gaze at him. ‘Have you ever left a message there?’
‘I’m not romantic. What about Castelvecchio and San Zeno—been to those?’
‘Yes.’
‘Duomo?’
‘Yes.’
He frowned and stopped walking. ‘How long have you been in Verona?’
‘This is our fifth day. For the first two I took Kate on a route march around the city. I think I’ve seen most of the essentials.’
‘So that wasn’t your first opera at the Arena? They perform every other night.’
‘I know, but it was. We couldn’t afford to go twice. I just wanted to spend some time in Italy.’
‘Did you manage a day trip to Venice?’
‘Yes.’ She beamed. ‘It was wonderful.’
‘Right.’ He pulled on her hand and started walking quickly in the opposite direction from which they’d started.
‘Where are we going now?’
‘Straight to lunch.’
Excellent. Emily’s feeling of freedom grew as he led her across a bridge to the other side of the river and along a little farther until they reached some gates. Turning to her, his eyes sparkling with irresistibly sinful promise, he invited, ‘Come into the Giardino with me, Emily.’
GIARDINO GIUSTI. The beautiful Renaissance gardens had been designed centuries ago and were magnificent. The green upon green of the trees was a pleasant contrast to the grey and stone of the buildings in the centre of town. They wound their way through the formal topiary section. And although it was quieter and should have been cooler, all Emily felt was hotter and more attuned to the tiniest of sounds—the trickle of water, the hum of a bee, the shortness of her own breath…and the nearness of him.
He led her along a path, to where it seemed to be a little wilder, more shade, taller trees and a moist grotto not far in the distance. She looked at a shaded grassy bank.
‘Oh, look, someone’s having a picnic.’
‘Yes.’ He smiled that boyish smile. ‘We are.’
He walked up to the dark-suited man standing beside the spread. They spoke briefly and then the man walked away, down the path to the exit.
Luca gestured for her to come closer. ‘You’re hungry?’
As she stared she felt her insides light up. ‘And you say you’re not romantic, Luca?’ she gently mocked to cover the thrill.
‘It’s a simple picnic.’
There was nothing simple about it. A large, ruby-red blanket was spread, and scattered on top of it were round cushions in heavy, gilt fabric—deeper reds, threaded with gold. Another rug was folded on one corner—what, should they need more room or was it for them to hide beneath? Oh, Emily was tickled…and so tempted.
Beside the space upon which they were so clearly meant to recline stood a large basket. Luca had knelt beside it already and pulled out wine. As he poured into the crystal glasses Emily decided she’d entered paradise.
Unhesitatingly she sat on the rug, accepted the glass he gave her and looked across the view of the impeccably maintained garden, needing a moment to recapture her sanity before she tossed all caution aside.
‘This is incredible.’
‘The best of Italy.’ He smiled, as if he knew she’d already lost it. ‘Here for you.’
‘The basket doesn’t look big enough.’
‘I wasn’t referring to the basket.’
‘Very sure of your own worth, aren’t you?’
‘Down to the last euro, yes. But we’re not talking money now.’
‘No?’
‘We’re talking pleasure. And you can’t put a price on absolute pleasure.’
* * *
Luca couldn’t look away from her. Her expression of delight was so genuine, so pleased, it made him feel guilty. ‘I didn’t pick all this, or lay it out.’
She laughed. ‘I know. But it was your idea.’
It was. And now he felt even more guilty—he wanted to wine, dine and woo her. For one night only. And for all her fiery eyes and flirting she was more sweet than sophisticated. Really, he had no right to mess with her, not unless she wanted it too. Not unless she understood the rules. A one-off, holiday fling. ‘The hotel prepared the food.’
‘So I get the five-course feast.’
‘You do.’
‘How come you have connections at the opera?’
‘My company is a corporate sponsor.’
‘Your company?’
‘Mine.’ It was all his and it was all his life. He had spent almost the entire decade dedicated to it. Getting his education, the experience and growing the private finance firm into the extreme success it was. He had taken no help from his father. He didn’t need his uninterested parent throwing him nothing but pretty patterned paper. He could make his own money, prove his own worth. ‘I often take valued clients and their wives.’
‘Their wives?’
‘Sì.’ He suppressed a smile. So she’d wondered about the woman with them last night. Yes, she was the wife of a client and, no, he wasn’t interested. He sent her a meaningful look, but saw she was checking out his left hand. He tensed. He’d worn a ring on that finger once. He’d kept it on for some time after—using it like a talisman to ward off women. But every time he’d looked at it he’d been reminded. Nikki hadn’t had the strength to push it on and he’d had to do it himself. And despite its tiny circumference, the ring he’d given her had hung loose, threatening to slide over her bony knuckle. There hadn’t been an engagement ring. There hadn’t been time.
Eventually he’d taken his ring off and allowed the sun to brown the pale mark. But even so he couldn’t forget. Even now, when he was plotting a moment of madness, the memory clung to him, reminding him of what not to do: don’t ever get attached.
‘What does your company do?’
‘Hedge funds.’ Good, when painful thoughts impinged he turned back to work—that was the way Luca liked it.
‘Hedges?’ Her nose wrinkled. ‘So it’s like gardens?’
He hesitated, unwilling to launch into a detailed explanation of the complex transactions