Star-Crossed Sweethearts / Secret Prince, Instant Daddy!: Star-Crossed Sweethearts / Secret Prince, Instant Daddy!. Raye Morgan

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СКАЧАТЬ that’s romantic,” she said dryly.

      “No, that’s realistic. I could say something cliché like I haven’t met the right woman, but I don’t think the right woman exists.”

      “Your brother apparently disagrees.”

      Angelo held up a finger. “Let me clarify. I don’t believe the right woman exists for me.” It was a long-held belief, one that predated puberty. Commitment? His parents had gone that route and look how it had turned out. They hadn’t been able to keep the promises they made to one another, let alone to the children they’d brought into the world. He grinned wickedly to banish the old bitterness, hiding behind the cockiness that was as much his trademark as Atlanta’s bombshell looks were hers. “But if she did exist, she’d be blonde, about your height and have ridiculously long legs.”

      Atlanta crossed her arms and sent him a pointed look. “Do lines like that actually work for you?”

      “Apparently not,” he replied with feigned disappointment.

      She shook her head. “You’re incorrigible.”

      “I know. A judge told me that very thing before sending me off to juvie when I was a kid.” He said it lightly, though nothing about the incident could be considered fun or funny. Before she could comment he said, “I won’t bother to ask if you’ve ever been in love. You lived with that Zeke guy for—what?—a decade?”

      “Something like that,” she murmured. Her gaze strayed to the window.

      “But no ring?” he prodded.

      “Not the kind you’re talking about.”

      Curious, he asked, “What other kind is there?”

      It sounded as if she said, “Through the nose,” but he couldn’t be sure.

      “I find it hard to believe he didn’t propose. If I were the sort of guy interested in lifelong commitments, I’d have been on bended knee after our first date.”

      Atlanta made a tsking noise. “Obviously you’re not up on your tabloid reports. Zeke proposed dozens of times during the course of our relationship. Actually, begged is how I believe he put it. He wanted to marry me. He wanted to have a family with me. Heartless witch that I am, I repeatedly turned him down. I didn’t want a husband and I didn’t want babies. My figure is my fortune, you know. I’m nothing without a twenty-four-inch waist and flawless abs.”

      He’d seen pictures of the abs in question. Still, he said, “You sell yourself short.”

      She glanced over sharply, studied him for a moment. It might have been a trick of the light, but her eyes looked bright. “It doesn’t really matter now.”

      The captain came on the public address system announcing the local time and temperature and the usual end-of-the-flight banter. Afterward, Angelo asked, “Should I apologize for prying?”

      A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Even without her usual crimson gloss, her lips were full and inviting. “Are you sorry?”

      Since she was striving to remain upbeat, he decided to oblige her. “No. I’m too curious to be sorry. You’re quite an enigma.”

      “Me?” She laughed. “Everybody knows everything there is to know about me.”

      Did they? People thought they knew him, too. Since his injury, Angelo had begun to wonder if he knew himself.

      Alex had assured Angelo that a driver would be waiting to take him to Monta Correnti. A rental car would be at his disposal in the village, but his brother figured Angelo would appreciate having someone else navigate the roads after a long flight. Alex had thought of everything, perhaps so that Angelo wouldn’t have any excuses for backing out.

      Atlanta had someone meeting her as well. Even so, they stayed together after deplaning.

      “Want me to help you with your bags?” she asked.

      “That’s supposed to be my line.”

      She tilted her head to one side. “I’m not the one with a bum shoulder.”

      “It’s fine,” he protested through gritted teeth.

      Her brows rose but she said nothing else as they waited to spot their bags on the conveyor belt. One by one, Atlanta’s four pieces of matching designer luggage came around before Angelo’s large suitcase. She snatched them off before he could offer.

      “I thought you said you were going to be in Italy for less than a month?” he drawled as a bushy-haired porter hurried over with a cart. “From the amount of luggage, it looks like you’re planning to move here.”

      “I like clothes and shoes.”

      “That’s obvious. You could outfit the population of a small country.”

      She wrinkled her nose. “Sorry. I’m incredibly selfish when it comes to my shoes. I don’t share.”

      “How many pairs did you bring?”

      “Twelve, not counting the ones I’m wearing.” She looked inordinately pleased when she announced, “Almost all of them have heels less than one inch.”

      “No stilettos?”

      “Not a one.”

      “Damn.” He spied his bag and moved closer to the conveyor to snatch it. She was at his side in an instant, helping him heft the bulky suitcase off.

      “I’ve got it,” he grumbled.

      “Of course you do, big he-man that you are. You don’t need anybody.”

      Angelo laughed, even if in truth he didn’t want to need anybody. He’d learned a long time ago to rely on himself. The only people he trusted to help him out when needed were his twin and, of course, his teammates.

      Assuming they were together, the bushy-haired porter added Angelo’s bag to the cart stacked with Atlanta’s.

      “We’re going to owe him a really big tip when it’s all said and done,” Angelo muttered as the man started off toward Customs.

      “It’s not like we can’t afford it.”

      No indeed. She was one of the few women he’d ever met who actually made as much money as he did, perhaps more, since he didn’t know what her cut had been on her past few movies.

      Still, he had enough pride that he said, “I’ll get this one since you picked up the tab in the lounge.”

      “Grazie mille,” she said, batting her lashes at him for effect.

      After they cleared Customs, she dropped the sunglasses back onto the bridge of her nose. Before landing, she’d pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail. Along with the navy dress and flat-heeled shoes, she hardly screamed high-maintenance Hollywood. But such raw beauty rarely went unnoticed. As low-key as she was trying to be, as soon as they passed into the main terminal she attracted a lot of attention and some of it was exactly the СКАЧАТЬ