Rake Most Likely to Thrill. Bronwyn Scott
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Название: Rake Most Likely to Thrill
Автор: Bronwyn Scott
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Историческая литература
isbn: 9781474006101
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She looked.
He was watching her.
She blinked in the sun and then feared the image would disappear. Perhaps she’d only seen him because she’d wanted to see him standing there. No, that was him. It was definitely him. She’d recognise that nut-brown hair skimming his collar, the set of his jaw and that kissable mouth anywhere, even at a distance.
Their host had left them to see to other guests and she was aware of Giuliano watching her too. Elisabeta averted her gaze, careful to school her features. A suspicion took root. ‘Did you know he would be here?’ She thought of Giuliano’s request that she join him on this visit.
‘It was guesswork only,’ was all Giuliano would admit. ‘We should go in for pranza.’ He grinned and took her arm. ‘I’m hungry, how about you?’
She was undeniably hungry. She only hoped forbidden fruit was on the menu. If it was, would she eat of it? All her hypotheses were about to be tested. She had a chance to see him again. Would she pursue it? Why did it seem to matter so much?
The meal was laid out at a long table beneath the trees for shade. Michele di Stefano’s wife had outdone herself. There was a white cloth on the table, and an abundance of food; bowls of fresh pasta, trays of round mounds of mozzarella and sliced tomatoes, bowls of olives and loaves of bread to dip in the dishes of olive oil. And of course there was wine, the rich local red wine of the region.
Perhaps it was all in an effort to impress Pantera, Elisabeta thought. Pantera had won the Palio. It would be good to be in their favour. Or perhaps it was to impress the influential capitano of Torre and his nephew.
Elisabeta allowed her eyes to land on Archer as they took their seats. He had not been able to finagle the seat beside her. Giuliano had seen to it that it wasn’t possible. ‘It is better for your reputation,’ he murmured, but she could hear the laughter beneath his words. He understood the irony of having arranged this opportunity only to keep her from Archer at the meal. ‘Make him watch you, build his anticipation and wait for your moment,’ Giuliano coached quietly.
‘I can’t decide if I love you or hate you,’ Elisabeta said quietly, sliding into her seat at the benches lining the long the table.
Giuliano winked. ‘You love me, Cousin.’
Elisabeta lowered her voice. ‘I’ll let you know after lunch.’ She eyed Archer surreptitiously over the rim of her wine glass. Lunch was going to be...interesting.
* * *
‘Would you like to go for a ride?’ The question caught Elisabeta off guard, just when she’d thought she had successfully navigated lunch. She coughed and the wine she’d swallowed nearly made a reappearance in a most unladylike fashion.
‘On a horse?’ Her reply came out with a slight rasp as she dabbed at her mouth with a napkin. What was Archer thinking to make such a bold reference? Perhaps the real question was what was she thinking to infer the nuance was there to begin with? Lunch had been a polite, careful affair with conversation drifting between talk of horses and of goings-on in town. Both parties were careful not to give away too much while still appearing to be friendly.
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