Boss Meets Baby: Innocent Secretary...Accidentally Pregnant / The Salvatore Marriage Deal / The Millionaire Boss's Baby. Carol Marinelli

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      There were only two dry eyes in the church and they both belonged to Luca.

      He stood, taller than the rest, his back ramrod straight, and though he did all the right things, there was a remoteness to him—an irritable edge that Emma couldn’t quite define, an impatience perhaps for the service to be over. For the second it was, the first moment that he could, she felt his hand tighten around hers as he led her swiftly outside.

      ‘These two will be next!’ Mia teased, holding her husband’s hand, laughing and chatting with her relatives.

      ‘When?’ Rico’s eyes met his son’s.

      ‘Leave it, Pa,’ Luca said, but Rico could not.

      ‘What about the D’Amato name?’ he pressed.

      ‘Soon, Rico!’ Mia soothed. ‘I’m sure it will happen soon.’

      There was an exquisitely uncomfortable moment, because it was clear soon was far too long for Rico, but his brother Rinaldo lightened things. ‘They leave things much longer now.’ He squeezed his young wife’s waist. ‘Not like me…’ He kissed her heavily made-up cheek then murmured, ‘I wasn’t going to let you slip away.’

      As Rico greeted other guests and Rinaldo and his wife drifted off, Mia chided Luca for his stern expression, talking in Italian then giving a brief translation for Emma.

      ‘Luca was close to Zia Maria, Rinaldo’s first wife,’ she explained to Emma, then looked over at Luca. ‘You cannot expect him to be on his own.’

      ‘He didn’t even wait a year,’ Luca retorted, his voice ice-cold on this warm day.

      ‘Luca—not here,’ Mia pleaded, then turned to Emma. ‘Come, let me introduce you to my sister.’

      Emma lost Luca along the way, chatting to aunts, congratulating Daniela—really, she was doing well. Through her work she knew enough about Luca to answer the most difficult questions, though it would have been far easier if he was by her side.

      They were starting to call relatives for more photos now and she found him behind the church, walking between the tombstones, standing and pausing, his shoulders rigid, almost as if he were at a funeral rather than a wedding.

      ‘You’re wanted for the photos,’ she said softly, her eyes following his gaze to the tombstone he was reading.

      ‘My grandmother,’ Luca explained.

      ‘She was so young,’ Emma said, reading the inscription. His grandmother had been little older than her mother when she’d died.

      ‘I don’t remember her really—a little perhaps.’ He shrugged as if it didn’t matter, but clearly from his grim expression it did. ‘And this is Zia Maria. I do remember her…’

      Emma licked dry lips as she saw the young age of his aunt too. ‘Rinaldo’s first wife…’

      ‘She was a lovely woman.’ His voice was tender in memory, and pensive too.

      ‘I know what you meant about Rinaldo…’ He closed his eyes on her as if she couldn’t possibly know, but Emma did. ‘About not even waiting a year to remarry. I hated how many girlfriends my dad had. I know now that Mum had left him and everything, but he started dating so soon after…’

      Now that she knew, it was as if her brain was finally allowing her to remember—patchy, hazy memories that she couldn’t really see but could feel—a woman who wasn’t her mother kissing her father, women’s things in the bathroom, the sound of female laughter drifting across the landing to her bedroom as she lay weeping into the pillow and wanting her mother.

      ‘They make me sick!’ He shook his head, then raked his hair back in a gesture of tense frustration. ‘Just leave it.’

      And she had no choice but to do that, because now really wasn’t the time. ‘We should get back anyway.’ She turned to go, but he was still staring at his aunt’s grave and Emma guessed he must be painfully aware that in a matter of days or weeks he would be back here in the graveyard to bury his father. Only she didn’t understand what he was doing here today, when everyone was trying to be happy, reminding himself when he should be forgetting.

      ‘Luca…’

      ‘You go. I’ll be there soon.’

      ‘Luca, today is a wedding—your family are waiting for the photos. For now, surely you should try to forget?’ she said hesitantly.

      ‘I never forget.’ It was a bald statement and his eyes met hers for the first time since she had joined him in the cemetery, but there was none of the warmth that had been there that morning. In fact, there was no warmth at all. ‘Come—we have a job to do.’

      And in that short sentence he both reminded and relegated her. This was just a weekend away to him, a deal that had been struck, a pact that had been reached—an act she had agreed to partake in. It was Emma who had forgotten that at times; Luca clearly always remembered it.

      As they joined the rest of his family, as they stood side by side with her hand in his, never had it been harder for her to force a smile.

      CHAPTER TEN

      IT HAD been a long exhausting day and was a long exhausting evening—as weddings often are.

      Rico made it through dinner and, as Mia watched on anxiously, he managed to dance with his daughter. After that, clearly unable to participate further, Rico took a back seat and it was for Luca to take up the baton.

      There was nothing Emma could put her finger on as Luca took over the role of patriarch with ease. He chatted with everyone, sat with the men at a table for a while and she could see him laughing at jokes, raising his glass in a toast, joining in tapping spoons to demand that the newlyweds kiss—and when she came over, he was soundly slapped on the back for his choice in women.

      ‘The D’Amato name goes on,’ Uncle Rinaldo cheered, so clearly she would do! ‘Salute!’

      There was just something…

      Something that filled the air between them as they waved off the bride and groom.

      As they put his parents into a car and then stayed to say farewell to the last of the guests.

      Something as he let them into the darkened house. He climbed into the bed beside her and stared unseeingly into the darkness.

      A shout from the house snapped Emma’s eyes open, her body instinctively moving to investigate, but he caught her wrist.

      ‘It is just Pa, calling for his pain medication.’

      His fingers were loose, but there. That small contact became her sole focus, every nerve darting along its pathways to locate and gather where his fingers touched hers.

      She listened to the sound of silence and thought how hard it must be, not just for Rico but for Mia with the exhausting, round-the-clock care she delivered. And Luca must be thinking СКАЧАТЬ