Swept Away!: Accidentally Expecting! / Salzano's Captive Bride / Hawaiian Sunset, Dream Proposal. Lucy Gordon

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      Ferne had to admit that Dante looked magnificent, standing high up, bathed in glittering spotlight. She only prayed that the balcony was strong enough to hold him and wouldn’t start crumbling.

      This time she really wished that she’d brought her camera, but one of the production staff had his and was snapping away madly. Sandor was livid, she was fascinated to notice.

      ‘Come on down and we’ll talk about it,’ Rab called. ‘Hey, be careful.’ Dante was hopping down like a monkey, ending with a long leap to the floor, where he finished with a flourish.

      ‘You’re right, that’s a great shot. You’ll help us work on it, won’t you?’

      ‘Sure thing,’ Dante said. ‘I can show Mr Jayley how to—’

      ‘It’s getting late,’ Sandor said hastily. ‘We should be going inside.’

      ‘Yes, let’s go and look at the pictures,’ Rab said eagerly. ‘Come on, everyone.’

      As the rest of them drifted away, Ferne murmured to Dante, ‘What did you do that for?’

      ‘You know exactly what I did it for,’ he murmured back. ‘I haven’t enjoyed myself so much for ages. He’s ready to kill me.’

      His whole being was flooded with brilliance, as though he’d reached out, taken life by the hand and was loving every moment.

      ‘Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to repeat a trick?’ she asked severely. ‘Just because you climbed up into that building the other week, doesn’t mean you have to keep doing it. You were just showing off.’

      He grinned, and her heart turned over. ‘You won’t insult me by calling me a show-off. Too many have said it before you. As for repeating the trick? Sure, it was the memory of the fire that gave me the idea. It was actually a lot easier to get up there than it looks, but your lover wouldn’t have tried it if you’d offered him an Oscar.’

      ‘He is not my lover.’

      ‘He wants to be.’

      ‘Come on,’ someone yelled from the retreating crowd. ‘They’re going to show the pictures.’

      She would have argued further, but he slipped his arm about her, urging her forward irresistibly until they reached the villa, where someone had linked up the camera to a computer and had projected the pictures onto a screen.

      There was Dante, high up, splendid, laughing down at them. Whether his triumph lay in making the climb, or in making Sandor look absurd and diminished, only Ferne knew. One thing she was sure of—he’d done it in style.

      She looked around for Sandor, wondering how he was taking this.

      ‘He retired,’ Gino explained. ‘He’s had a long day.’

      Translation: he’s sulking like a spoilt child, Ferne thought. Dante had hit the bull’s eye.

      Dante himself seemed oblivious to his success. He was deep in conversation with Rab, and by now Ferne was sufficiently in tune with his mind to recognise that this was another move in the game. He wouldn’t say anything in front of an audience. But later…

      ‘I’ve had a long day too,’ she said. ‘Goodnight.’

      She slipped away and hurried up to her room. Sooner or later there was going to be a visitor, and she wanted to be ready.

      First she needed a shower to wash the day off her. She turned it on as hard as she could and stood there, head back, arms wide, just letting it happen. It felt good.

      She could have laughed aloud when she thought of how Dante had achieved his revenge—an Italian revenge—not violent, but skilled; a lithe, dancing movement, a quick thrust of the stiletto, unseen by anyone but his adversary, who had slunk away, humiliated.

      Now she realised that she ought to have feared for Dante’s safety when he’d been up high, but she hadn’t, because she was under the spell he cast. And she was still under his spell, she thought happily.

      She finished under the shower, pulled a robe around her and stepped out into the bedroom. But what she found there made her stop sharply.

       ‘Sandor!’

      He was leaning against the door, his arms folded, a look of happy expectation on his face. He’d removed his shirt so that his magnificent chest was presented for her approval in all its naked perfection, smooth, muscular, evenly tanned.

      ‘What are you doing here?’ She sighed.

      ‘Oh, come on, sweetie. We both knew this was going to happen.’

      ‘Tommy, I swear, if you try to touch me I’ll thump you so hard you’ll see stars.’

      ‘You don’t mean that.’

      ‘Don’t tell me what I mean. I’m warning you.’

      He laughed and sauntered easily over to her, the king claiming his rights.

      ‘I think I might just put that to the test—Aargh!’

      He yelped as her hand struck his face.

      ‘You bitch!’ he wailed. ‘I could get a swollen lip.’

      She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could speak there was a knock on her door. She darted to open it and found Dante standing there. He was wearing dark-blue pyjamas, and his face had an innocent look that filled her with suspicion almost as great as her relief.

      ‘I’m so sorry to trouble you,’ he said, ‘but there’s no soap in my bathroom and I wondered if you’d mind—Oh dear, am I disturbing something?’

      ‘Nothing at all,’ Ferne said. ‘Mr Jayley was just going.’

      Dante regarded Sandor with apparent surprise, seeming not to have noticed him before, but Ferne wasn’t fooled. He knew exactly what he was doing. In his own way, he was as much of an actor as Sandor, but a more subtle one.

      ‘Good evening,’ he said politely. ‘Oh dear, you seem to have suffered an injury. You’re going to have a nasty swollen lip.’

      ‘Eh!’ Sandor yelped. He tried to make for the bathroom, but Dante was blocking his way so that he was forced to turn away and retreat from the room altogether, slamming the door behind him.

      ‘That should keep him occupied,’ Dante said with satisfaction.

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      ‘BUT how did you know? I didn’t hit him that hard. He didn’t have a swollen lip.’

      ‘No, but he was afraid of it. I was just outside the door and I heard everything.’

      ‘And was it coincidence that you were there?’

      ‘Certainly not. I was lurking in the corridor. When I saw him go in, I listened. After all, you might have СКАЧАТЬ