Whisked Away By Her Sicilian Boss. Rebecca Winters

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СКАЧАТЬ feel her eyes smarting. “I don’t deserve this.”

      “I remember telling them the same thing. A word of warning. Do you have a cell phone on you?”

      “Yes.”

      “Don’t use it for any reason and don’t go walking in the village. The only person who knows you are here is the woman who let you in. She’s a friend and will keep silent. When I return, we’ll talk. Until then, try to relax, watch TV. A presto, Principessa.”

      “Alla prossima, Cesare.” She followed him to the door and watched him drive away, causing her heart to act up until it actually hurt.

      Once he was gone, Tuccia went back in the living room for her suitcase. Then she walked to the bedroom so full of emotions, she didn’t know where to go with them. She didn’t know another person in the world except her aunt who would make a sacrifice like this for her. Cesare Donati was the most incredible man she’d ever known.

      While she was in the shower, her mind focused on the chef he’d hired for his fabulous castello restaurant. He had to be a spectacular cook. How sad he’d fallen ill at the very moment he was supposed to go to Milan with Cesare.

      She wished she could help him in some way during the short interim while the chef was recovering. Cesare had been so good to her and she wanted to find a way to repay him. She’d much rather stay right here. But of course the whole plan was to get her away from Jean-Michel and her parents.

      You’re losing your mind, Tuccia.

      * * *

      On his way back to the airport Cesare phoned his mother, wondering what kind of a mess she could be in if the police had already found out she’d been harboring Tuccia at the villa.

      She picked up on the fourth ring. “Cesare—where are you?” she blurted before he could say anything.

      “You’ll be happy to know my mission has been accomplished. Are you alone?”

      “Si.”

      “Good. Now I can tell you the princess has been installed in a safe place.”

      “Grazie a Dio. I can always count on you.”

      She didn’t sound worried about the police yet. “I’m flying back to Palermo to be with you. If there are no complications, I should be there in about two hours. I’ll come straight to the hospital. After we’ve talked to the doctor and done all we can do there, I’ll take you out to eat and we’ll have a long talk. How does that sound?”

      “Wonderful, except that there’s no point in your coming back unless you want me to help you find another pastry chef beyond Palermo. That could take months.”

      “What do you mean another chef? I don’t understand. Ciro will get better with a treatment of antibiotics.”

      “I thought so, too, but you’re not going to be happy when I tell you what I’ve just found out from the doctor. Ciro came close to dying during the night because he has developed a heart condition. The prognosis for a full recovery could be six months away.”

      “Incredibile!”

      “I know how upset you must be to hear that news, Cesare. I’m so sorry. He’s in the ICU and won’t be able to talk to anyone for a few days. There’d be no point in your coming right now. You might as well turn around and stay at the castello until he’s been given a private room and can have visitors. Then you can fly down and have a serious talk with him.”

      The situation had gone from bad to worse. “Thank you for watching over him. I’m indebted to you.”

      “Bless you for saving Tuccia’s life. What will you do about the chef position now?”

      Right now Cesare’s concern over the princess had created the most stress for him. “That’s not your problem. I’ll just have to be the pastry chef myself and interview more applicants for the position. But let’s agree that finding someone who knows how to make Sicilian desserts with an expertise close to his or yours will be an endeavor in futility.”

      “You make the best cassatine with almond paste in existence.”

      “I learned from you, but that was years ago.”

      “You never forget, but I’m desolate for you this has happened. What will Tuccia do? Did she talk to you about it during the flight?”

      “Yes. She has a plan that might work.” For a day maybe. “I’ll think of something. Don’t you worry about it. Have you told Bertina her niece is safe?”

      “I drove to the palazzo to tell her in person and give her Tuccia’s letter before returning to the hospital. She was so relieved she broke down sobbing before burning it.”

      Good thinking on Bertina’s part. “Have the police questioned her yet?”

      “Yes. She told them she knew nothing.”

      “They’ll be contacting anyone who is friends with her, especially her cook. You’ll be receiving a visit soon. Don’t talk to her on the phone.”

      “No worry. I’m at the hospital now and just finished reading Tuccia’s sweet letter to me before burning it.” He had a brilliant mother. “Thanks to your willingness to help the princess escape so fast, there’s no evidence she was ever at the villa, and of course I know nothing.” He chuckled in spite of his concern for her. “Stay in close touch with me.”

      “Haven’t I always? Take care of yourself, Mamma.”

      “You, too. I’ll talk to you later. Dio di benedica, Cesare.”

      After they hung up, he told the limo driver to take him to the main express mail outlet in Milan. Asking him to wait, he went in to have Tuccia’s letter to the comte couriered overnight to Cesare’s attorney. Rudy Goldman always spent this time of year at his retreat in Barbados. Inside the mailing envelope he put the following instructions.

      Rudy.

      Put a stamp on this and send it airmail immediately.

      Many thanks,

      Cesare.

      His attorney was the soul of discretion and always did what he was told without question. When Cesare had addressed the mailing envelope, he paid the clerk who put it in the slot. Before long it would be on its way to Bridgetown. The comte needed to receive it ASAP. Cesare knew in his gut the other man would start a search for his fiancée.

      She was a prize. No one knew that better than Cesare. His thoughts wandered. Not every man would be worthy of her love when she had an ancestry that had made her unique in the world. Certainly not Cesare, whose family tree might as well have half a trunk missing. What could a fatherless man bring to a marriage with a princess?

      Depressed by his thoughts, he returned to the limo and told the driver to take him back to the pensione. It was the same apartment where Vincenzo’s wife Gemma had once stayed when she’d come from Florence to the castello for an interview. The padrona could be trusted.

      By the time the limo pulled up in front, Cesare had made up his mind to СКАЧАТЬ