Автор: Katherine Garbera
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474068444
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She flounced to the other side of the kitchen, taking her wine with her. ‘I’m not going to talk about this any more,’ she said. ‘I’m marrying Julian, and you can’t stop me.’
‘Will he wait a whole year for you?’ Edoardo asked.
She lowered her glass and sent him a furious scowl. ‘You heartless, controlling bastard.’
‘Sticks and stones,’ he said, picking up his own wine and raising it in a toast.
She slammed her glass down so hard the stem broke and wine swirled in a red arc like a splash of blood. She yelped and jumped backwards, clutching her right hand.
‘Are you all right?’ he asked, stepping towards her.
‘I’m fine.’ She bit down on her lip.
He took her hand and unpeeled her fingers to find a little gash in the pad of her thumb. ‘You silly little fool,’ he said. ‘You could’ve severed a tendon.’
‘It’s nothing.’ She tried to pull her hand away but he didn’t let go. She glared up at him. ‘Do you mind?’
‘You need a plaster on that,’ he said. ‘There’s a first-aid kit in the downstairs bathroom. Come with me.’
She looked as if she was going to defy him but then she gave a frustrated sigh and allowed him to lead her to the bathroom next to the conservatory. ‘I can sort it out myself,’ she grumbled. ‘I’m not a little child.’
‘So stop acting like one.’
She flashed him a furious scowl. ‘Why don’t you stop acting like an overbearing ogre?’
‘Sit on the bath stool,’ Edoardo instructed as he pulled out the drawer where the first-aid kit was stored.
She sat and held out her hand with a recalcitrant look on her face. ‘It’s just a scratch.’
‘It’s just shy of needing a stitch,’ he said as he checked the wound for traces of glass.
‘Ouch!’
‘Sorry,’ he said.
She glowered at him. ‘I bet you’re not.’
‘You know me so well.’
She gave him a lengthy look. ‘Does anyone know you, Edoardo?’ she asked.
He shifted his gaze to her thumb as he carefully placed a plaster over the wound. She had switched from spitting cat to gentle dove within a heartbeat. He had seen her work her lethal charm on others. He had seen grown men fall over like ninepins when she gave them that misty, doe-eyed look. She knew the feminine power she had and exploited it whenever she could.
But he was not going to let her manipulate him.
‘What makes you ask that?’ he asked casually.
‘You don’t seem to have a lot of friends,’ she said.
‘You don’t seem to need people like other people do.’
‘I have what I need in terms of companionship,’ he said.
‘Who is your best friend?’
He released her hand and moved to the basin to wash his hands. ‘You should take care of that thumb,’ he said. ‘You don’t want to get it infected.’
‘Edoardo?’
He dried his hands on the nearest towel and then shoved it back on the rail. ‘I’d better go clean up that glass before Fergus steps on it,’ he said.
She bit her lip again. ‘I’m sorry …’
He gave her a brief glance before he shouldered open the door. ‘We all have our limits, Bella.’
WHEN Bella came back from the bathroom, there was no sign of the spill of red wine or any shards of glass. Fergus was still lying on his padded bed near the cooker. Edoardo was dishing up a delicious-looking chicken and tomato dish that smelt absolutely divine.
‘Do you want to eat in here or the dining room?’ he asked without looking up from what he was doing.
‘Here’s fine,’ she said. ‘Fergus looks like he’s settled in for the night.’
‘He’s getting on,’ he said as he set a plate in front of her. ‘He’s slowed down a lot just lately.’
‘How old is he now?’ Bella asked, screwing up her forehead as she tried to remember. ‘Seven?’
‘Eight,’ he said. ‘Your father bought him when you decided you weren’t coming home for Christmas that year.’
Bella frowned when she thought of how she had behaved back then by choosing her social life over her father. It wasn’t just an attempt on her part to avoid Edoardo after that kiss. Her relationship with her father had never really been the same after her mother had left. He had thrown himself into work, spending long hours in the study or going on business trips and leaving her with babysitters.
When he was at home he’d hardly seemed aware she was there. She had felt frustrated that she couldn’t get close to him. She had been frightened he might leave her too and had perversely done everything she could to drive him away. She had blamed him for her mother leaving and had acted out dreadfully. She had thrown terrible tantrums. She had screamed, railed and deliberately made things difficult for him. The various nannies he had employed hadn’t stayed long. In the end she had agreed to go to boarding school even though she hadn’t really wanted to go. ‘Was he lonely, do you think?’ she asked. ‘Did he miss me?’
‘Of course he did,’ he said, frowning slightly.
‘He never said.’
‘It wasn’t his way,’ he said.
Bella toyed with the edge of her plate. ‘After my mother left … it was difficult to get close to him,’ she said. ‘He seemed to shut himself away. Work became his entire focus. I didn’t think he cared what happened to me. I think I reminded him too much of Mum.’
‘He was hurt,’ he said. ‘Your mother’s affair totally gutted him.’
Guilt felt like a yoke around her shoulders. She had made it so much worse. Why had she been so selfish? Why couldn’t she have comforted her father instead of pushing him away? She had ended up hurting him just as much as her mother. She looked at Edoardo again. ‘You really cared about him, didn’t you?’ she asked.
‘He had his faults,’ he said. ‘But basically he was a good man. I had a lot of respect for him.’
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