The Mediterranean Rebel's Bride. Lucy Gordon

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      CONTENTS

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

      CHAPTER SIX

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      CHAPTER NINE

      CHAPTER TEN

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      CHAPTER TWELVE

      CHAPTER ONE

      ‘I, CARLO, take you, Della, to be my wife. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honour you all the days of my life.’

      On a bright summer day in Naples, Carlo Rinucci uttered these words in the Church of All Saints and Angels. He spoke with his eyes fixed on the bride he had fought so hard to win, and behind him a quiet murmur went round the congregation.

      His best man and twin brother, Ruggiero, stood quietly, waiting for the service to be over. This wedding was an unsettling experience for him.

      For thirty-one years the twins had squabbled, enjoyed themselves together in various over-indulgent ways, played truant, chased girls. Though not identical, they were alike in their conviction that the race went to the swift and life was meant to be fun—and they had always acted as they were: handsome young bachelors with the world at their feet.

      Now here was Carlo, dedicating himself, with quiet gravity, to a woman of frail health, seven years his senior, and doing so with the air of a man who had finally come to the place his heart desired.

      Ruggiero played his part at the church perfectly, performed all his duties, then went home to the reception at the Villa Rinucci to eat and drink, flirt, and cope with the usual hearty wedding jokes,

      All the Rinucci brothers were handsome, but Ruggiero had something else—the kind of outstanding looks that made him a target at weddings. A ripple would go around the female guests, combining fascination and a mysterious sense of outrage, as though no man who looked like that had any right to be on the loose.

      It had been his trademark all his life: looks and charm, both with a slightly fierce edge that turned heads. He knew what was said of him, that he could have any woman he wanted, and although he enjoyed the joke he accepted it as his due.

      Any woman he wanted.

      Except one.

      ‘Only you and Francesco left now,’ someone said. ‘I guess your mother’s making plans.’

      He laughed, saying, ‘They won’t get me.’

      ‘You say that at every wedding,’ observed his brother Luke, who was passing.

      ‘You used to say it at every wedding,’ Ruggiero reminded him. ‘The difference is that I’ve held out. I’m a shining example.’

      Luke paused long enough to wave to Minnie, his wife of two years, who waved back between sips of champagne.

      ‘Just beware,’ he said to Ruggiero, ‘lest one day the shining example wakes up to find he’s a lonely old man. Coming, cara.’

      Ruggiero grinned, accepting this as just one of those things brothers felt obliged to say at weddings, and returned to his duties, flirting with a shy young woman until she laughed and began to enjoy herself.

      When it was time for the speeches he did an excellent job, even if he said so himself—which he did. He was rewarded with looks of gratitude from Carlo and Della, and a smile of fond approval from his mother.

      ‘You’re a wonderful best man,’ she said afterwards.

      ‘Against all your expectations?’ he teased.

      ‘The only thing that surprises me,’ Hope informed him, ‘is that you don’t have some over-painted young hussy clinging to your arm.’

      ‘I didn’t want any distractions when I had a job to do,’ he explained blandly.

      ‘Hmm!’

      ‘Don’t be so cynical, Mamma.’

      ‘Don’t be—? I have six sons, and you’re surprised that I’m cynical?’

      He grinned, and glided away to attend to the needs of a Rinucci great-aunt.

      ‘Be fair to him,’ Evie said, appearing at Hope’s side.

      She was the wife of Justin, Hope’s eldest son. Before their marriage she’d been a natural rebel, caring only for her motorbike. Happy marriage and the birth of twins had softened some of Evie’s glittering edge, but had done nothing to dull the gleam of humour in her eyes.

      ‘It’s reasonable for Ruggiero to want to concentrate on his duties,’ she said now.

      ‘Reasonable?’ Hope echoed. ‘This is Ruggiero we’re talking about.’

      ‘I take your point,’ Evie said with a laugh.

      ‘When was he ever reasonable about anything? Working, playing, eating, drinking, hussies—everything over the top.’

      ‘Surely his girlfriends aren’t all hussies?’

      ‘He doesn’t let me meet most of them. That’s how I know.’ Hope sighed fondly. ‘Evie, it’s such a pity you can’t split yourself in two—one for Justin and one for Ruggiero.’

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