Rumours: The One-Night Heirs: The Innocent's Secret Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Bound by the Sultan's Baby (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs) / Sicilian's Baby of Shame (Billionaires & One-Night Heirs). Carol Marinelli

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      Her secret garden.

      By the time she stood there were others lined up, all waiting for their glimpse of heaven, and her smile told them it would be worth the wait.

      Raul refused to be rushed.

      ‘Don’t you want a photo?’ he asked. Assuming, of course, that she would.

      ‘No.’

      She didn’t need one to remember it.

      Even if Raul took her back to the hotel now, it would still be the best night ever.

      In fact if Raul were to suggest taking her back to the hotel she would wave the taxi down herself, for he was kissing her again—a nice one, a not-going-anywhere one, just sharing in her excitement.

      He did not take her back yet.

      They walked down the hill, just talking, and he showed her the tiny streets she would never have found. He took her past the Bocca della Verità sculpture—the Mouth of Truth—though he did not tell her the legend that the old man would bite off the hand of liars.

      For perhaps she might test him.

      Though Raul told himself he did not lie.

      He just omitted certain information.

      And he continued to do so, even when the opportunity arose to reveal it.

      They were now sitting on a balcony, looking out to the Colosseum, and a waiter placed their drinks down on the table.

      Cognac for Raul and a cocktail that was the same fiery orange as the sky for Lydia.

      He didn’t assume champagne, as Bastiano had.

      Like this morning at breakfast, she let her eyes wander through the menu selections.

      She chose hers—he knew his.

      Raul gave her choice at every turn, and that was something terribly new to Lydia.

      Finally she had good memories of Rome.

      ‘Salute,’ Raul said, and they clinked glasses.

      Wonderful memories, really.

      It wasn’t the sight of the Colosseum that brought a lump to her throat but the fact that now there were candles and flowers on the table, and that at every turn Raul had surprised her with his ease and enjoyment.

      He did not sulk, nor reluctantly trudge along and put up with things before taking her to bed.

      Raul led.

      But she must remember it could never—for her—be the City of Love.

      Raul didn’t do love.

      ‘How did Bastiano take your leaving?’ Raul asked, and his question caught her by surprise, for her mind had long moved on from the hotel.

      Raul himself had only just remembered the real reason he was there.

      ‘He was fine,’ Lydia replied. ‘Well, he was polite. I can’t blame him for being fed up—anyone would be, stuck with Maurice for the night.’

      He was about to say that he doubted Bastiano would hang around anywhere he didn’t choose to be, but stopped himself.

      For the first time since they had met Lydia looked truly relaxed. The conversation flowed easily, and quite simply he did not want to take the chance of ruining a very nice night.

      But he did need to know more. And he did not need to delve, for a very at ease Lydia was now talking.

      ‘I know he can’t stand Maurice.’

      ‘How do you know that?’

      ‘Because Bastiano told me.’

      She was stirring her drink and didn’t see the sudden tension in his features. It dawned on Raul that Bastiano and Lydia might already be lovers for all he knew.

      ‘There was a wedding at the castle one weekend,’ Lydia explained. ‘It was a very good one. Of course Maurice had been through the guest list, and he made a bit of a beeline for Bastiano. He’d found out that he’d converted an old convent into a retreat, and Maurice wanted to hear his thoughts on doing something similar with the castle.’

      Raul gave a disparaging laugh, and Lydia assumed it was in reference to Maurice’s gall at approaching a guest.

      But Raul was mocking Maurice’s ignorance—Bastiano would never part with his knowledge for free.

      ‘Bastiano wasn’t interested,’ Lydia said.

      ‘Maurice told you that?’ Raul checked.

      ‘No, Bastiano did.’ Lydia gave a soft laugh and looked out onto the street as she recalled that night. ‘I was serving drinks, and Bastiano made some comment about saving him from the most boring man… I laughed. I knew exactly who he was referring to. But then I felt guilty, as if I ought to defend my family, and so I told him that Maurice was my stepfather.’

      And there was the difference between them. Raul felt no guilt in not admitting the truth.

      Perhaps a slight niggle, but he easily pushed that aside.

      ‘You told Bastiano that Maurice was your stepfather?’ he asked.

      ‘Yes.’ Lydia nodded. ‘Bastiano apologised and said he would speak with him again and pay attention this time.

      ‘And that was it?’ Raul checked.

      ‘Sorry?’ Lydia frowned.

      ‘That was all that happened between you two?’

      She went pink.

      ‘Excuse me,’ Raul said. ‘That is none of my business.’

      The thought, though, did not sit well with him.

      But then she told him.

      ‘Just a kiss.’

      She screwed up her nose as Raul breathed out in relief that they had never been lovers.

      Then the relief dissolved and he loathed the fact that they had even shared a kiss.

      ‘Come on,’ he said, confused by the jealousy that arose in him. ‘It’s dark now.’

      Oh, it was.

      And busy and noisy.

      It was everything Rome should be.

      The Trevi Fountain had kept its promise, because she had made a wish to be back under better circumstances and now she was.

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