“A discussion,” he agreed firmly. “That’s all I’m asking for.”
“Okay, then, yes.” It would be closure for them both.
“Good. Will you tell Katy or will I?”
“I will.”
“Bene. I’m off for dinner with the boys and Antonio.” His voice took on a sardonic edge. “Wish me luck.”
“Keep your cool. You’ll be fine.”
A meaningful silence came down the phone line. “Already lost it. Ciao, bella.”
“Ciao.”
Lilly pressed the end button, her skin tingling from the effects of those two softly spoken words. Would there ever come a day when that didn’t make her want to throw caution to the wind and do exactly what she wasn’t supposed to do?
She fought the sinking feeling she had just made a huge mistake and dialed her sister.
Alex answered with a distracted, “Hello.”
“It’s your sister. Got a sec?”
“Always. How are you holding up? Riccardo mix it up with anyone lately?”
“Very funny.” Lilly pulled a pristine nail out of her mouth before she trashed that one too. “We have to reschedule brunch. I’m going to be away this weekend.”
“What lifestyle-of-the-rich-and-famous event is he taking you to?”
“None. We’re going to Barbados together.”
“Damn. I would put up with him for a weekend like that.”
Lilly smiled. “Gabe’s still in town, you know.”
“Mmm, yes—well, I’m afraid I’m not up for twenty-four-seven sparring. Dr. Overlea just called to say he’s scheduled Lisbeth in for some pretreatments next week. I’m going to head home and keep her company so she doesn’t stress.”
Lilly’s throat tightened. “I didn’t think he was going to be able to get her in so soon.”
“He needs to do this before he schedules treatment with the clinic in Switzerland.”
“Right.” She swallowed hard. “I—” Hell. The conversation with Riccardo was important, but her sister’s health was more so.
“Lil—it’s fine. I’ll go.” Her sister’s voice softened. “You guys need time together.”
She chewed on her lip. Alex probably thought she and Riccardo were having hot reunion sex every night... She so desperately wanted to tell her that, no, they weren’t, that they were hardly talking to each other and she was hopelessly confused, but she couldn’t. Not if she was to keep her and Riccardo’s deal.
“You’ll call me if you need me? I’ll come right back.”
“I will. I promise.”
Her shoulders sagged. “Okay.”
“By the way—one of the girls here just showed me some of the stuff the tabloids are saying about you. Please tell me you’re not reading it?”
“I’m not reading it.” Only a bit. One or two particularly horrid pieces...
“Yes, you are. I can tell. You have to stop it, Lil. It’s awful, destructive stuff and not a bit true. I’ve never seen you looking so good.”
Lilly sighed. “I’m fine, Alex. I promise.” Only her sister knew how deep her body issues went and she called her on it when she needed to.
“You sure?”
“I gave my whole wardrobe to charity,” she said drily. “Riccardo almost had a fit.”
“The whole thing?” her sister squeaked.
“All of it.”
“I can’t tell you how glad I am to hear you say that.”
“I know... Al?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you really think people never change?”
She sighed. “Are you talking about Riccardo?”
“Yes.”
And why, exactly, was she?
Her sister cleared her throat. “When we were looking at those tabloids this morning, one of the girls here looked at that photo of you and Riccardo kissing—which is dreamy, by the way, and I don’t do dreamy, as you know—and she got this stupid, expression on her face and said, ‘I just want that. To be that much in love.’”
Lilly felt the stitches she’d triple-sewed around her heart rip, leaving it jagged and raw. She wanted to be that much in love again. But that wasn’t her and Riccardo anymore, and telling herself that was possible was foolish.
“So,” her sister continued, “while I think he might be the most arrogant son-of-a-bitch I’ve ever met, I know what you have is special, Lil, and that man is crazy about you in his own demented way. Which leads me to believe he’s going to do whatever it takes to keep you.”
Lilly stood there, wishing she’d never asked the question in the first place.
“Do me a favor?” Alex’s voice lost its sarcasm and took on a serious note.
“Name it.”
“Whatever you do, don’t get pregnant.”
Lilly stared at the phone, horrified. Then remembered her sister didn’t know. Didn’t know this was all a charade. “Of course I won’t. That would complicate everything.”
“Exactly.”
Exactly. She glanced at her watch. “I’m done for the day, and Riccardo’s out with the boys. You up to swimsuit-shopping? You’re the only one I know who’ll give me an honest opinion.”
They made arrangements to meet and Lilly hung up, more worried with every passing moment that a “conversation” in Barbados with her sexier than hell husband was a disaster waiting to happen.
One thing she knew for sure. She could never, never tell him about why she’d entered into this deal. About Lisbeth. Because she didn’t trust him not to use that against her. And Lisbeth was all that mattered.
LILLY STOOD ON the patio of Charles Greene’s very beautiful, very exclusive Barbados estate overlooking Heron Bay. The sparkling, water-soaked playground of the world’s rich and famous, the bay was dotted with luxury hotels and villas that sat on heavenly golden sand beaches and the most stunning clear turquoise water Lilly had ever seen.
If you were the world’s most famous golfer you took over Heron Bay’s five-thousand-dollar-a-night marquee hotel for a sunset marriage featuring heads of state, rock stars and movie icons. If you were Charles Greene, British billionaire and heir to a heavy machinery fortune, you bought this gorgeous six-bedroom villa on the ocean and kept it for yourself.
Charles and Riccardo had done business together on a few occasions, and had formed a close personal relationship in addition to their working one. With Charles away on business in the UK, the villa was theirs. A private oasis in paradise.
At any other time in her life Lilly would have been ecstatic to be here. But not tonight. Not when she was about to learn the truth about her marriage.
She kept her feet planted firmly on the concrete. Tonight was not about running. It was about facing her demons.
She drank in the sheet