It Happened In Rome: The Forced Bride / The Italian's Rags-to-Riches Wife / The Italian's Passionate Revenge. Julia James

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      ‘Do you play chess?’ he asked suddenly and she jumped, colour flooding her face, as she realised where her thoughts had been drifting.

      ‘I know the basic moves,’ she said. ‘Nothing else.’

      ‘Would you like to learn?’

      ‘No, thank you. I always preferred backgammon.’

      ‘Yes,’ he said quietly. ‘I remember.’ He paused. ‘There is a set in the cupboard over there, if you would like a game.’

      ‘Oh, no.’ Her disclaimer was hasty. ‘I—I only ever played against my father.’

      ‘And a different opponent would naturally be out of the question,’ he said expressionlessly and returned to his chess problem.

      There was another silence.

      ‘I see there are books here, but I brought some others with me,’ Emily mentioned eventually. ‘They’re upstairs. But they might not appeal to you.’

      ‘They are romantic books, perhaps—for women? The search for Mr Right?’ His faint smile did not indicate any particular amusement.

      She said coolly, ‘One of them’s Anna Karenina. I don’t think she fits that category. And there are some detective stories too. You’re welcome to borrow them—if you want.’

      ‘Grazie,’ he said. ‘And the cupboard also contains a radio, a pack of cards, three jigsaw puzzles and a game of Snakes and Ladders. Even without television, we do not lack for entertainment,’ he added sardonically.

      ‘Never a dull moment,’ Emily commented and got to her feet. ‘I’ll go and find the books.’

      She had to steel herself to enter the bedroom. She didn’t want to look at the bed either but, to her annoyance, she found her glance drawn to it. She was surprised to see that it had been neatly made, its pillows plumped up and the covers smoothed. As if it had never been occupied. His handiwork, she realised with bewilderment, and quite the last thing she would have expected.

      She lifted the bag out of the bottom of the wardrobe and turned, only to cannon into Raf who was standing right behind her.

      Her mouth went dry. Oh, God, surely he couldn’t have construed her departure upstairs as some kind of invitation? she thought, hugging the bag defensively against her body. ‘What—what do you want?’

      ‘To help you with these,’ Raf told her curtly, taking the bag from her slackened grasp. ‘What else?’

      He walked away from her out of the room and, after a brief hesitation, Emily followed him downstairs.

      She said stiltedly, ‘I’m sorry. I—I thought…’

      ‘I know what you thought.’ He was putting the chess pieces back in their box. ‘But you were wrong.’ His tone bit. ‘So let us leave the subject.’

      ‘But can’t you see now why I want to leave here?’ She looked at him pleadingly. ‘It—it’s so cramped. And if we keep—bumping into each other, it’s bound to lead to—to misunderstandings,’ she ended miserably.

      ‘Only in your own head, cara.’ He sounded bored, his attention now focused on the contents of the book bag. He went through them all, then chose the new Patricia Cornwell, which Emily had mentally reserved for herself.

      Not that she intended to argue about it, she told herself. Anything at all that might keep his mind off her had to be a bonus.

      It was almost a relief when she could disappear into the kitchen and begin preparations for supper.

      But once the chicken had begun to sizzle in the oven and the vegetables were prepared, there was nothing to detain her and she came back to resume her seat on the other side of the hearth. And to wrestle with her unhappy thoughts.

      Eventually, she cleared her throat. ‘Rafaele—may I talk to you?’

      ‘With pleasure.’ He put his book aside. ‘But I thought you preferred silence.’

      ‘I suppose that’s really one of the things I want to talk about.’ She swallowed. ‘The way things are, you can’t really mean for us to live together—not in any real sense—when we leave here. Not even on a temporary basis.’

      ‘But that is exactly my intention, cara. I thought I had made that clear.’ He shrugged. ‘And the duration of the marriage has yet to be decided.’

      She stared across at him. ‘And that’s all you have to say?’

      ‘What else is there?’

      ‘I’d have thought—plenty.’ She took a deep breath. ‘I—I acknowledge that I made you angry over the annulment thing. But can’t you now also acknowledge that you’ve punished me enough? And let me go? Let us both go, in fact?’

      His brows lifted. ‘You think this is my only reason for being here—to teach you a lesson?’ He sounded politely curious.

      ‘In your own words—what else is there?’

      He said slowly, ‘Perhaps—that you are a beautiful girl with an exquisite body.’

      She flushed. ‘Even if it was true, I’d be just one more on a long list,’ she said tautly. ‘As we both know. So please don’t think that offering me meaningless flattery will make last night—what you did to me any more acceptable.’

      ‘I shall consider myself rebuked.’ He watched her for a moment. ‘But at least when you find another husband you will have some experience of married life to take with you. Comfort yourself with that.’

      ‘You’re all heart,’ Emily said bitterly. ‘But, after due consideration, I think I shall prefer to remain single.’

      She paused. ‘However, while we’re on the subject, I understand you are intending to remarry. Is—is that true?’

      ‘Perfectly true.’

      She leaned forward, her voice suddenly intense. ‘Then how can you possibly be here with me—like this? What about the woman you love? I—I presume you do love her?’

      ‘Yes,’ he returned coolly. ‘But she has a husband, just as I have a wife. And, as I cannot live with her as I wish, then you make a charming substitute, carissima. After all, who better to share my bed at this juncture than the wife I have so cruelly neglected in the past?’

      ‘We have very different ideas on cruelty,’ Emily said cuttingly. ‘Won’t she care that you’ve decided to begin sleeping with me—after all this time?’

      ‘She knows that our marriage was solely a matter of convenience, certainly. But so was hers, and she is realistic enough to understand that these arrangements have their obligations and their inevitable compromises.’ He gave her a level look. ‘For us, happiness is the future, not the past or even the present.’

      ‘That’s an incredibly cynical viewpoint.’ Emily lifted СКАЧАТЬ