Valtieri's Bride. Caroline Anderson

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      He obviously couldn’t stand the sight of blood, Lydia realised, and reached out her other hand to Claire.

      She took it, then looked at Massimo. ‘I’ll look after her,’ she said. ‘You go, you’ve got lots to do. We’ll be all right.’

      His eyes never left Lydia’s.

      ‘No. I’ll stay with you,’ he insisted, but he moved out of the way to give her space.

      She looked so frail suddenly, lying there streaked with blood, the puffy layers of the dress rising up around her legs and making her look like a broken china doll.

      Dio, he felt sick just looking at her, and her face swam, another face drifting over it. He shut his eyes tight, squeezing out the images of his wife, but they refused to fade.

      Lydia tried to struggle up again. ‘I want to go to the hotel,’ she said to Claire, and his eyes snapped open again.

      ‘No way.’

      ‘He’s right. Don’t be silly. You just lie there and we’ll get you checked out, then we’ll go. There’s still plenty of time.’

      But there might not be, she realised, as she lay there on the tarmac in her ridiculous charity shop wedding dress with blood seeping from her head wound, and as the minutes ticked by her joy slid slowly away …

      CHAPTER TWO

      THE ambulance came, and Claire went with Lydia.

      He wanted to go with her himself, he felt he ought to, felt the weight of guilt and worry like an elephant on his chest, but it wasn’t his place to accompany her, so Claire went, and he followed in his car, having sent the rest of the team on with a message to his family that he’d been held up but would be with them as soon as he could.

      He rang Luca on the way, in case he was there at the hospital in Siena that day as he sometimes was, and his phone was answered instantly.

      ‘Massimo, welcome home. Good flight?’

      He nearly laughed. ‘No. Where are you? Which hospital?’

      ‘Siena. Why?’

      He did laugh then. Or was it a sob of relief? ‘I’m on my way there. I gave two girls a lift in the plane, and one of them fell down the steps as we were disembarking. I’m following the ambulance. Luca, she’s got a head injury,’ he added, his heart pounding with dread, and he heard his brother suck in his breath.

      ‘I’ll meet you in the emergency department. She’ll be all right, Massimo. We’ll take care of her.’

      He grunted agreement, switched off the phone and followed the ambulance, focusing on facts and crushing his fear and guilt down. It couldn’t happen again. Lightning didn’t strike twice, he told himself, and forced himself to follow the ambulance at a sensible distance while trying desperately to put Angelina firmly out of his mind …

      Luca was waiting for him at the entrance.

      He took the car away to park it and Massimo hovered by the ambulance as they unloaded Lydia and whisked her inside, Claire holding her hand and reassuring her. It didn’t sound as if it was working, because she kept fretting about the competition and insisting she was all right when anyone could see she was far from all right.

      She was taken away, Claire with her, and he stayed in the waiting area, pacing restlessly and driving himself mad with his imagination of what was happening beyond the doors. His brother reappeared moments later and handed him the keys, giving him a keen look.

      ‘You all right?’

      Hardly. ‘I’m fine,’ he said, his voice tight.

      ‘So how do you know this woman?’ Luca asked, and he filled him in quickly with the bare bones of the accident.

      ‘Oh—she’s wearing a wedding dress,’ he warned. ‘It’s a competition, a race to win a wedding.’

      A race she’d lost. If only he’d taken her arm, or gone in front, she would have fallen against him, he could have saved her …

      ‘Luca, don’t let her die,’ he said urgently, fear clawing at him.

      ‘She won’t die,’ Luca promised, although how he could say that without knowing—well, he couldn’t. It was just a platitude, Massimo knew that.

      ‘Let me know how she is.’

      Luca nodded and went off to investigate, leaving him there to wait, but he felt bile rise in his throat and got abruptly to his feet, pacing restlessly again. How long could it take?

      Hours, apparently, or at least it felt like it.

      Luca reappeared with Claire.

      ‘They’re taking X-rays of her leg now but it looks like a sprained ankle. She’s just a little concussed and bruised from her fall, but the head injury doesn’t look serious,’ he said.

      ‘Nor did Angelina’s,’ he said, switching to Italian.

      ‘She’s not Angelina, Massimo. She’s not going to die of this.’

      ‘Are you sure?’

      ‘Yes. Yes, I’m sure. She’s had a scan. She’s fine.’

      It should have reassured him, but Massimo felt his heart still slamming against his ribs, the memories crowding him again.

      ‘She’s all right,’ Luca said quietly. ‘This isn’t the same.’

      He nodded, but he just wanted to get out, to be away from the hospital in the fresh air. Not going to happen. He couldn’t leave Lydia, no matter how much he wanted to get away. And he could never get away from Angelina …

      Luca took him to her.

      She was lying on a trolley, and there was blood streaked all over the front of the hideous dress, but at least they’d taken her off the spinal board. ‘How are you?’ he asked, knowing the answer but having to ask anyway, and she turned her head and met his eyes, her own clouded with worry and pain.

      ‘I’m fine, they just want to watch me for a while. I’ve got some bumps and bruises, but nothing’s broken, I’m just sore and cross with myself and I want to go to the hotel and they won’t let me leave yet. I’m so sorry, Massimo, I’ve got Claire, you don’t need to wait here with me. It could be ages.’

      ‘I do.’ He didn’t explain, didn’t tell her what she didn’t need to know, what could only worry her. But he hadn’t taken Angelina’s head injury seriously. He’d assumed it was nothing. He hadn’t watched her, sat with her, checked her every few minutes. If he had—well, he hadn’t, but he was damned if he was leaving Lydia alone for a moment until he was sure she was all right.

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