One Passionate Night. Jessica Gilmore
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Название: One Passionate Night

Автор: Jessica Gilmore

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon By Request

isbn: 9781474081375

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СКАЧАТЬ almost groaned when his dad sidled up to him at the bar. “So have you given any thought to my suggestion about a personal assistant?”

      As much as Antonio loved his dad, he did have moments when he wished the old billionaire would just get lost.

      “Dad, how about letting this go?”

      “I think it’s the answer to your problems.”

      Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his partner for the wedding, Laura Beth, walk up beside him and order a ginger ale from the bartender. He would only have to tap her arm and snag her attention to get himself out of this conversation. But how fair was that? Not only did he need to put his foot down with his dad, but Laura Beth obviously wanted to be left alone. It wouldn’t be right to drag her into his drama.

      He sucked in a breath and smiled at his dad. There was only one way to stop Constanzo—pretend to agree. Albeit temporarily. “You know what? I will think about the PA.” It really wasn’t a lie. He would think about hiring a PA, but that was as far as it would go. There was no way he wanted a stranger in his house. No way he wanted someone going through his things. No way he wanted a stranger to accidentally stumble upon any of his wife’s deceit when rummaging through papers or files or phone records while trying to organize him.

      Constanzo’s face lit. “You will?”

      “Sure.”

      “And maybe start painting again?”

      He stole a glance at Laura Beth, suddenly wishing he could capture that faraway look in her eyes, the expression that was half-wistful, half-sad. She was so naturally beautiful. High cheekbones gave her face a sculpted look that would serve her well as she aged. And her bounty of hair? He could see himself undoing that fancy hairdo and fanning his fingers through the silken strands to loosen it, right before he kissed her.

       What? Where had that come from?

      He shook his head to clear it, deciding it was time to get away from his dad before he had any more crazy thoughts.

      He faced Constanzo. “I’ll paint when I paint. Now, I need to get mingling again.”

      As he walked away from the bar, he noticed his dad bridging the gap between himself and Laura Beth and sighed with relief. This meant his dad wouldn’t follow him. Besides which, it would help Laura Beth get her mind off her troubles. When he wasn’t hounding Antonio about something or another in his life, Constanzo Bartulocci could be a very funny guy.

      * * *

      Laura Beth glanced at Constanzo and pasted a smile on her face. Now that she recognized she didn’t belong in this crowd, that she was pretending to be someone she wasn’t, she knew exactly what to do: enjoy the rest of the wedding, then get busy finding a normal job and some new roommates. Whoever she chose couldn’t ever replace Olivia and Eloise—no one would ever replace her two best friends—but she’d make it work.

      “You seem sad tonight.”

      Laura Beth nodded and smiled at Constanzo. He was like everybody’s rich uncle. But he didn’t flaunt his money. He made people laugh. He’d made her laugh at more than one of Olivia and Tucker’s family events. It wasn’t unusual or out of line for her to confide. She simply wouldn’t tell him everything.

      “My second roommate got married today,” she said, taking advantage of the obvious. “I’m not exactly an old maid, but I’m on the road.”

      Constanzo laughed. “You Americans. What is this old maid thing? Can’t a woman mature and enjoy life without being married?”

      She laughed lightly. That was exactly the attitude she needed to cultivate. “Actually, yes, she can.”

      “Good. A woman doesn’t need a man. She should want a man in her life. But he should complement her, not define her.”

      She toasted him with her glass of ginger ale. “Wise words.”

      “So, now that we’ve settled the old maid issue, what else has made you sad?”

      “I’m fine.”

      He studied her face, then shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

      “Jeez. You’re as perceptive as Antonio.”

      “Where do you think he gets it?”

      “I thought it was the artist in him.”

      Constanzo shook his head sadly. “Unfortunately, since his wife’s death, I think the artist in my son is withering and dying.”

      His gaze drifted to Antonio, and Laura Beth followed his line of sight. Antonio was stunning in his tuxedo, with his hair a little wild. Every woman he passed eyed him with interest. The spark of her crush lit again, the desire to walk over and suggest another dance rising up in her. But that was wrong. Not only did she have troubles she had to solve before she got involved with another man, but as every woman around him drooled, Antonio didn’t seem to see anybody.

      “The death of a spouse is difficult.”

      Constanzo accepted that with a slight nod of his head. “I don’t want him to lose his entire life over this.”

      “He’ll come around.”

      “He needs a nudge.”

      Laura Beth laughed. “A nudge?”

      Constanzo sucked in a breath. “Yes, he needs to hire help. An assistant. Somebody who can live with him and get him on track.”

      “Sounds like a tall order.”

      “I don’t think so. We’ve been talking about him hiring a personal assistant, and he’s finally agreeable, which means he’s finally ready to heal and get back into life. I think once an assistant gets rid of the two years of junk he’s let accumulate in his office, Antonio will be able to see his future—not his past.”

      Laura Beth mulled that over for a second. “Oddly, Constanzo, that actually makes sense.”

      Constanzo laughed. “I like that you understand us. It’s part of why I find you to chat to at parties.”

      She smiled. “There’s not much to understand. You’re a dad who loves his son. He’s a son who appreciates having a dad. All the rest is just stuff.”

      He laughed again. “I wish I could hire you to be his PA.”

      Laura Beth paused her ginger ale halfway to her lips.

      “But I’m sure you wouldn’t want to live in Italy. And then there’s matter of the job itself. I’m sure you’re accustomed to much loftier employment.”

      She sniffed a laugh. “My degree has gotten me nothing but temp jobs.”

      His eyebrows rose. “So you’re interested?”

      She thought that through. A real full-time job, that came with room and board? In a country away from her family and friends, so she could think through what to do about her pregnancy before she announced СКАЧАТЬ