Mistresses: Lethal Attraction: Uncovering the Silveri Secret / If You Can't Stand the Heat... / Sizzle. Katherine Garbera

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      ‘Green doesn’t suit you, Bella.’

      Her brows jammed together. ‘I’m not jealous,’ she said. ‘I just think it’s disgusting to lead someone on when you have no intention of taking their feelings seriously.’

      ‘You’re a fine one to talk,’ he said.

      ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

      ‘While your intended fiancé is out of sight, you’ve been up to all sorts of mischief, haven’t you?’

      She coloured up and glowered at him at the same time. ‘At least I’m not messing with your feelings,’ she said. ‘You don’t have any, or at least certainly not for me.’

      ‘Does that annoy you, Bella?’ he asked. ‘That I haven’t prostrated myself before you like all your other suitors, declaring my undying love for you at every available opportunity?’

      She gave him a flinty look. ‘I wouldn’t believe you if you did.’

      Edoardo gave a little rumble of laughter. ‘No, you wouldn’t, would you? You know me too well for that. I might want you like the very devil, but I don’t love you. That stings a bit, doesn’t it?’

      ‘It doesn’t bother me one little bit,’ she said with a pert hitch of her chin. ‘I have no feelings for you either.’

      ‘Other than lust.’

      Her cheeks pooled with colour. ‘At least that is something I can control,’ she said.

      ‘Can you?’ he asked, taking her chin between his finger and thumb, holding her gaze steady. ‘Can you really?’

      Her throat rose and fell, and her eyes flickered.

      ‘Why don’t you try me and see?’

      He was sorely tempted. He felt the urge rising in him like a flash flood. Blood pumped and poured. His need for her was a hungry beast inside him, rampaging through his body until he was almost shaking with it.

      But instead he dropped his hand from her face and stepped away. ‘Maybe some other time,’ he said.

      For a nanosecond he thought her expression showed disappointment, but she quickly masked it. ‘There’s not going to be another time,’ she said. ‘As soon as this snow melts, I’m out of here.’

      ‘What if it doesn’t melt for another week?’ he asked as he shouldered open the door.

      She set her mouth grimly. ‘Then I’ll go out there with a hair dryer and melt it myself.’

      Bella slept fitfully until about two in the morning. She got up and looked out of the window. The snow was still falling but not as heavily now. It looked like a winter fairyland outside. It was a scene she was going to miss dreadfully when she left Haverton Manor for the final time. She tried to imagine how it would be once the guardianship period was over. There would be no reason to see Edoardo again. No more twice-yearly meetings. No more monthly phone calls, texts or emails. He would go his way and she would go hers.

      They would never have to see or speak to each other ever again.

      She turned from the window with a frown. She had to stop thinking about him. She had to stop wondering why he was the enigma he was. What had put that hard cynicism in his eyes? What had made him so self-sufficient that nothing or no one touched his heart?

      She couldn’t stop thinking of him as a little five-year-old orphan. Who had looked after him? Comforted him? Who had nurtured him? Who had loved him? Had anyone?

      For all these years she had thought of him as a rebel who didn’t fit in anywhere, who didn’t want to fit in anywhere. But what if his childhood had made him that way? What would it take to unlock the guard he had on his heart?

      Would he ever come to a point in his life where possessions and financial security were no longer enough? Would he crave the connection he had been pushing away for most of his life?

      Bella went downstairs in search of a hot drink and was waiting for the milk to heat in the microwave when Edoardo came in. He was still dressed in the clothes he’d had on earlier and there were snowflakes in his hair.

      ‘Waiting up for me, Bella?’ he asked as he shrugged off his coat.

      She gave him a scornful look. ‘You must be joking.’

      ‘Rebecca sends her regards,’ he said and dusted the snow out of his hair with one hand.

      Bella glared at him. ‘You talked about me while you were … in bed together?’

      ‘We weren’t anywhere near a bed.’

      ‘Please spare me the lurid details,’ she said with a roll of her eyes.

      ‘I was helping her with a horse that had injured itself on a neighbouring property,’ he said. ‘Do you remember the Atkinsons’ place? The new owner has thoroughbreds. One of the brood mares cut her foreleg on some wire. Rebecca needed an extra pair of hands.’

      ‘Oh …’ She chewed at her lip for a moment.

      ‘Rob Handley is the new owner,’ he said. ‘He’s a bit shy but he’s fine once you get to know him.’

      Bella frowned at him. ‘Why are you telling me this?’

      He gave a shrug. ‘Just thought you might like to let Rebecca know some time if you’re talking to her. Rob got off to a bad start with her. She thinks he’s arrogant. It’s a shame, because he really likes her. They’d make a great couple.’

      Bella cocked her head at him. ‘Don’t tell me you’re a romantic at heart?’

      ‘Not at all,’ he said. ‘A blind man could see those two belong together. They just need a little nudge in the right direction. You want to make me one of those?’ He indicated the hot chocolate she had on the counter.

      Bella made the drink and handed it to him. Her fingers touched his and a shockwave of heat ran up her arm. She quickly put her hand back down by her side. ‘While we’re on the subject of perfect couples, I’d like to firm up some plans for my wedding,’ she said.

      His eyes collided with hers. ‘No.’

      Her brows snapped together. ‘Will you at least listen to me?’

      ‘You’re making a big mistake, Bella,’ he said. ‘Can’t you see how foolish this is? Look at what’s been going on between us. How can you think you’ll be happy settling down with a man who you can go for weeks or months without making love to you?’

      Bella glared at him. ‘Not every man is a slave to his desires,’ she said. ‘Some men have self-control.’

      ‘Yeah, well, let’s see how much self-control he has after a year,’ he said.

      ‘I’m not waiting a year,’ she said. ‘I told you. I want to get married in June.’

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